A love letter to you, my darling

Dear Lover,This is written on the fragile parchment paper of your heart. It’s a letter from me to you, written in ink that dreams of permanence but knows its fate is to dissolve into the fibers of what is already whole. What can the etching of ink ever do beside attempt to stain(in ignorance) the whiteness of what’s ever so pure, pristine, untouched and eternal? Please remember this for as long as you remember me.Contemplative Currents is a free (bi-weekly) newsletter that aims to shed light into our daily experiences as opportunities for contemplation of this glorious Mystery. If you'd like to support my work, please consider subscribing and/or sharing this free Substack. If you’re looking to monetarily support, buying my book, This Glorious Dance: Thoughts & Contemplations About Who We Are, is enough. I'm grateful for your support in whatever capacity. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit seyekuyinu.substack.com