Behind me, the soft howling of winds rise from a deep, unknown canyon, a vast Ethereal Depth that mirrors the immensity of my heart.

My love for you, for life, for everything, is so dense I can barely breathe. It presses against my chest, heavy with possibility, unraveling into freedom. I don't know where I end and love begins.

With your hands in mine, my back to the edge of that immense precipice, I look deeply into your eyes. Struck with awe for the Infinite, I feel the vast presence of Consciousness behind me. The canyon whispers of the unknown, and in that moment, I contemplate the path forward—the illusionary point where the unknown compels me to run.

What I know, think, or feel—all of it pales in comparison to what you truly are and what we can be together. Wants, desires, needs must find their space within gentle hands, tender words, and loving perception.

Like the Hero’s Journey, love is a process. It’s a path where we stumble, rise, and resolve to walk profoundly into the truth of what we can cocreate.

The deeper truth is this: through the lens of love, your voice becomes a melody I can finally hear. I see you, feel you, and can understand what it is you need.

Aware that every sacred act calls for a witness, I close my eyes, inhale deeply, and begin to fall back. Without resistance, I am struck by what I’m feeling. Am I surrendering the weight of my own heart, or embracing the burdens you have carried alone and for far too long?

You also hold a belief, a truth—that to be seen, felt, and truly loved will forge a space of healing and transformation. Seen through the lens of love, the weights you shoulder begin to melt away, like frost in the morning sun.

Stay on that ledge, and, delving into the wilderness, I will witness the burdens you have borne alone, loving you as you are, in all your raw beauty and unspoken truths.

Or step forward into my embrace, and together, we will fall into the unknown, unsure of what lies ahead but ready to discover the unknown, and create the future waiting beyond the precipice.
Either way, I am surrendering to the fall, trusting in the boundless depths of love, knowing that in this eternal unfolding, we are both held.