Do you know how,

sometimes, when you first wake up,
your pulse is so thorough, so slow,
that you, and the one who is with you,

and the room, and the opening light all seem to swell
and subside and swell inside your heart?

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When you can no longer tell the difference between being yourself and being love, you are not far from waking up.

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