Oneness.
I cannot separate you from my Consciousness.
I am in a state of physical focus,
Yet, movement happens in every nook and cranny of this biological whole.
The cell is a micro-universe; its laws govern it.
Revolves in a closed space, separated by membranes and fluids.
They are the discrete, wrapping endless spaces.
Torn DNA ties, someday, will allow me to drop,
Like an empty jug, my physicality will be shattered into atoms.
For now, we are still together: I and you, YOU and me.
For better or worse, in health and sickness,
in love and letting go.
I want to last with you as long as possible if fate allows,
in progressive physical frailty,
We will collapse into each other, saying goodbye inevitably to this union.
Standards, tables, and charts of what you should look like are foreign to me.
I don't need perfection.
I like you more now than when you were young.
Others say that this acceptance comes with age.
After so many years, without fear, I'm back in deep water.
We float lightly, you and I, in an existential union.
We observe the state of passing, and we are with it, so strangely comfortable.
Our child is growing.
Day by day, hour by hour, he is approaching the world of adulthood.
In some time, already without you, in a silent eternity,
I will see, I don't yet know how unfamiliar the faces of people
will be.
I know that I will miss you and the pain of physicality.
The thought that you were with me all the time
will give me solace.
My body,
I think, I already understand the nostalgia of the angels.
They desire just once, for a short time
to flow into the Physical boat to feel how it is to be a Human Being
