There is a song that courses under all of our skins. A song of connection, of loss, and of longing.

There is a voice that wants to break out of its shell and soar higher and higher singing its praise to the sky.

There is an itching down below, a whisper from the shadows. that tells us that our lives are richer, fuller, and more intense than we currently are experiencing.

There is a fire coursing through our veins, that we are rarely encountering. A power so vast, we know it can not be ours to keep.

Because deep down we know, we are not just this. Deep down we feel we are more than this shell of habits and bones. Deep down we know, that our bodies are limitless, our minds shared, our lives intertwined.

With all of you, with all beings, with all that is.

Such beauty is not yours, my love.

Such beauty is only for us to behold, cherish, and kindle.

So we can all sit around the fire on a moonlit night, and watch our frightful shadows play games in the dark.