How foolish of me to think that it’s only in the words, spoken and written, and in the music of my drum, that I am in your embrace! When am I ever, out of it, when you are the very breath that flows, in and out, the beating of my heart, and the life in every cell? May be it’s because you are so close, that I don’t see you at all! But, if you should step back from me, by the tiniest fraction of the smallest emptiness, how could I survive that distance? I’ll not be tempted, by the lure of your great mystery, to ask of you, to stand apart from me!