my daydreams once consisted of baubles, and I filled the silent moments with longing - to be and know and find other than I was. since you, I find the stillness brings me back to myself, and I yearn to fall deeper into my own pool of divinity, becoming a more saturated soul. my daydreams now are puzzles: edges of this moment connecting with the matching shades of all we will become until the picture takes shape and forms are visible and suddenly this fragile, immovable completeness exists. this is one such creation: a room with covered walls and cobbled together items and bright light where we will sit, our legs folded and hands clasped, telling of our day and sipping tea and simply being. there are breaths which consume me, engulfing my insides, taking me over and devastating my whole heart with poetry; and there are totally forgotten beats which have fallen through cracks devoid of attention, and all are magic because they have been with you. this room will hold each, keeping warm whatever befalls us and holding tight our sweet imaginings.