To be in love, to feel love, to have known love, to hope for love, one or more of which are needed if the sense of 'being' is going to have/had any real purposeful meaning.  And afterwards, when we return to wherever our spiritual home is perhaps it becomes the very air we breathe? 

In the warm night light of love
Where the shadows are bright,
And the excellence of living
Is so brilliantly illuminated,
I bathe in smooth perfection,
And purr as in feline pleasure –
As my being is engulfed in love;
As my love is evangelised
By everything ever imagined.
This is the state of being
Dreamed in inferior notions;
Washed by emotional oceans;
Fulfilled by the word;
Borne by the healing tide;
Fed by breathing totality;
Felt as gossamer wings
Or feather-soft altostratus;
Viewed as atop Parnassus;
Seen by impossibility;
Divine in perpetuity.

© griffonner 2026