The heart has arrived at the point where no explanation is needed to get to the truth. Even as I walk, the earth under my feet has known the wedding between the sky and myself and all beings surrounding me. She has always known this secret. This is not polygyny nor polyandry. It is a relationship that is aware of itself. It is a music that knows her face. If you've a passion for a morning walk, how can you stop the dews from kissing your feet? How can you escape from a crisp, morning wind caressing your warm arm? One can write an encyclopedia describing the history and the chemistry of honeymaking and the entire process. But I want you to open the bee hive and taste the honey with your own mouth. And you know what happens then? You search for words, you look for your margins, where the ocean starts and where you end, you cannot find them anywhere. All you can find is stillness. All you can find is love.
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