She came here with the divine permission from the universe for things to unfold. Riding the boat of grief only to find herself in love with life. The trees singing with the wind. The wind caressing her face. And the lips ends turn up and shapes into a childlike smile. The cheeks plump with pink sakura glistening to express the joy within. His love endures. Is this what love is? No object. Just intention to love and witnessing that love is boundless. Freedom from desire. Present. She witnesses the shadow of the future. The future, a glimpse of Maya. Coca Cola, bottle, found. A reminder to be true to oneself, the self is none but a collection of memory, that can be burned into liberation. The body, a remarkable vesself with singing cells. Food, nourishing the cells, like watering the plants, surprising how it grows. Its roots nourished with attention and observations of how to care for it with love. Love, love, love. It sings. It is found within. Boundless love. The recipient is here. Turn inward. How? I can show you. (unfiltered, as is)