Gentling myself out of the frame, and back to: translucent witness.
My ego's playing: "making sandcastles". The sea: sweeps in, shushing smooth.
Your out breath ... my in, Your in breath ... my out. We share the same skin.
I invited You into my home, but found out ... that I was the guest.
So glad to be here, on this beautiful planet, watching through these eyes.
Allah, Christ, God, Hu, Krishna, Great Spirit, Me, You ... no hair between us.
In the beginning: we were united in death, till life us did part.