There is no one new to meet.
Every face is an outer shell:
Every person: a constructed thing.
True love isn’t in the details –
not the details of the outer shell
nor faded memories of biographies.
Love is living.
Love is now.
Love is sentience.
Can two souls meet?
Reflect, converge, in union.
When all is God,
our true beloved,
waits for our hearts to turn to him,
to flower to him.
There are no people really.
who should our hearts yearn for and love,
who should we seek out for love?
There is only God – beyond and within all form.
So I wish for a beloved to nourish the psychological self,
and I wish to unveil my heart and let it kiss the reality of God.