ETERNAL LOVE

may be something you feel in a seemingly benevolent universe. You may feel the touch of incorporeal hands upon your flesh, your skin, your breath, and out. The rushing of the tides, the beating of the moons. You may feel the cosmic dance of Shiva intermingling with everything, drink tea and scones with Buddha, spend afternoons with Nietzsche snuggled to your breast and wonder, question everything from alien bones to Nazis to buttercups, and think that in this great big universe you’re living, you are very, very lucky to even be alive.