! ! On Looking Into A Cot

For you and you alone, Creation has somehow come about.. for a moment, held its breath and then, breathed you, to demonstrate its awesome powers. For you and you alone, worlds have collided: not the planets and the stars in their graceful distances (though some say, even they colluded) – but worlds of cause and mind and body; for you and you alone, miracles have become commonplace. For you and you alone, the gods invented blue: painted the windows of your soul which have yet to focus, with a blue so delicate yet bright, so here and yet so far; eyes that just now for a moment opened, remained unimpressed, closed into a smile at what you still remember deep inside; For you and you alone, a lifetime’s been prepared (some say you wrote the first draft of the script..) but right now, you and we live only in the present; may you live always in that.. For you and you alone, all one, Love is. Love that made the world, sustains it; the infinite electricity of your mother’s touch, your father’s sheer delight; for you and you alone, Love is.