I sent you an olive branch.

I sent you proof of life.

Did you catch it?

Did you catch me?

You've caught fire again.

Can you fill it in your belly?

It's making those eyes not blink.

My gaze never turns from you.

But that body is not you.

I'm looking at the real you right now and you're looking right back at me.

You think you're looking through eyes, but if you let go of that thought,

there's nothing here but love, aware of itself,

looking like a body, trying to hear, trying to understand, trying to look, trying to be seen,

trying to love, trying to make it work.

This is why it will work.

This time, you're not the one trying to make it work.

You're not the one doing the work. You're not the one trying to make it work. You're not the one doing the work.

You're not even the witness. I say that, yes. But it's still a veil. But it's one that is necessary. And it's one you must be until you see through even that, until even that dissolves, until even

I dissolve.

I love you.