Symbolic Fairness

She moves like some Baskin Robbins dish; her long hair is like ice cream. The barriers that I remember are all still there... whispering to me all to which I'm forbidden. She seems so happy and she would love to cross the barrier that seperates us. Is this woman like Kabir? You know, can she just move in like Kabir did?

Somehow, her spirit moved in union her physicality.

I remember when I saw her naked and she was afraid that it was shameful. Then when she saw me by the lake, naked and hot, she smiled. She felt much better. It was OK. The way she looked at me, releived at the symbolic fairness of each of us knowing the other's nakedness. She likes the way we look at each other. Something mysterious. Would that we could, we would touch, make the distance short if only there was something more substantial than the thread of energy which, though powerful like a laser, is not enough to build upon. What does it lack?

Information and energy... but without structure.

Time is on our side. We will be together in paradise.