Love Letters
A Daily Ritual of Love
 As the sun pours in my airplane window (it has been absent for far too long), as I look out, I don't see the future, or the past, nor even the present. I just see. And the movement inside me keeps churning in a silent, ever-gentle motion.
It is quiet in here, in my heart, in my mind. Quiet. Soft. Gentle. It should seem strange. But it doesn't. Just a smoothe flowing, one moment to the next. Hmmm.
I miss you today. But there is no pain associated with it. I miss you, yet I know you are there, missing me. There is no hollow longing. Just a space in front of my chest – the space you usually occupy with your body when you hug me.
Miss you. Yet you're not gone. Miss you. Still I feel you. Feel you, still I miss you.
This week of separation is just begun, barely four hours old. Still I feel you close, thinking of me, feeling me near your heart. You are here. I am there. That is why there is no time. Just being... within the service of love.
There is no love "out here." Only love "in here." And that is the beginning of what is crawling around inside of me. The beginning, to be sure, but surely not the end. "Stay tuned," I tell myself, there is more to learn about the silence. There is more to experience of my Love. There is so much more to express to her. I love you, my Soulmate. It seems I always have. It is sure I always shall. But for now I am missing you even while feeling you in the well of my heart.
As I worked on my business papers, high up here in the air, I was listening on my iPod to the CD's I sent you that long space when we were apart. I remember so clearly the eager passion I had in finding and carefully selecting the songs, putting them in the order that would tell the story of my love for you. The love, then, was just bubbling out of me and I was anxious to reach across the vast distances to touch you – to make sure you knew you were not alone – that we would succeed in getting together again. I didn't want you to worry or have any concern about it at all. I just wanted you to feel wrapped within the engulfing arms of my ever-present, ever-expanding love.
Hearing this music floating into my ears just carries me into your arms, gliding me into your arms, gliding with the joy of loving you and having it so willingly returned. I knew the nights there were cold, long, and lonely. I also knew that my love – and music – could warm you, shorten the darkness, and erase the loneliness. My CD's. My love reaching out to you across the miles that separated us.
I am so impatient to talk with you. To hear your voice. To touch you with my mind. I'll be able to call you soon. Can't wait. Do you hear me calling to you with my heart and mind?
My paperwork needs a lot of editing. It's 2X too long. But I sense you are a bit distracted at the moment too... work/movie/TV? I'm still in there, inside of you. I'm just quiet. I'll see if I can awake you up a bit when I get to the hotel. Waking you is my best job. Don't you agree?
The dominant influence in my life these many days and months, is love. I have found myself continuously within the bliss of an eclipsing love. Even when something disturbs it, it's only momentary, and I quickly, without thought or effort, drift back into love. It is your love, our shared love, my reaching-out love all at once.
Love has changed everything in my daily life. The energy I once used to reach out to the divine, instead, I extend outward in love. You are the source, my Soulmate, it is you that has crafted in my life a daily ritual of love. I love you, love.
Zander C
Copyright 2007-2009, Zander C. All rights reserved.
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