I want to love the self that you say is you.

I implore, make it clear to me Just once— Should you be only mind, intellect, and soul where should I go if I wanted to merge with you?

You who are sitting before me have the power to change my consciousness into painting, poem, melody or anything else!

I want to love you coming out of this circuit of illusion a false world that grows by gloating with its own vanity.

As you entered the room stirring air with suppleness of walk waking up the stillness with jingles of cymbals making curtains dance to the sound of bangles aroma wafted into air from canvas and copybooks my paintbrush grew restless and pen became enraptured my eyes, hands and some other parts of my bodybecame electrified.

I gather all of my sorrow and bring you in my reminiscence, I think of you and forget all of my pain.

I have offered many of my selves to you to feel a single you.

Sentences confined to limited definitions meanings restricted to limited words knotted in experiences and sensations musings, smiles and the eyes; and holding the entire love of Creation in my heart how may I offer you one?