Mystical secrets, move the tides of my heart. Ebb and flow, lap and swirl my soul. I am pulled deep under the magnetic luminosity. Radiant the night, moving into daylight, I rise up into this opalescent beauty of the infinity of love. And he knew where I was. He said the soul swimming out there – here – in this cosmic ocean. Our rudder: the light of truth. Willfully taken like holy harlots in the wake of god – or something like that. Yes, he was right, it was something like that, and I am deep in the sea of knowing nothing is ever lost. My heart sings.