Before there was isolation. Before feeling alone. There was a unified force which is ever present but cannot sometimes be felt because being in form separates. This unity has been described by many to consist of pure love.
Being in form individuates, tears apart from the unity that once was. This form is a spectacular gift but it comes at a cost because there is no longer connection with the energy that gives so much sustenance except for very fleeting moments.
Humbled by this life and infinitely grateful to be in the world of forms. Separated by skin. The knowing that such love exists… we must celebrate. And give thanks.
