Every human being out there is offering their own expression of life in every place, society, political stance, religion, belief, or in whatever they are creating or taking part in—and life would be wasted if, instead of first seeing ourselves, we stared—without blinking—at those expressions over which we have no control.

When I return to my inner world, I realize that I exist. That the spaces—sufficient and necessary—that my soul needs for observation, understanding, and comprehension of life up until now are present. That my voice is valuable and important to use in service of the care and preservation of the beauty that exists in nature, in love, and in what is truly important and divine. And from that location of my reality, I seek the tools I need to center myself in my place—where my life is happening now, in this very moment on Earth.

We all hold the capacity to change the world and make this a harmonious, pure, respectful, and true experience. But without a doubt, it is a commitment that begins within ourselves first. And I remain a student in the school of life, still learning, with much yet to learn—but for now, walking in my own movement, I pause to observe the masculine figure that holds me as I fall asleep, and how it transfers through my eyes like a rare shade of water reflected in the color of yours.

And my soul disintegrates all physical matter through my eyes, and the body that holds me tries to translate the substance of your existence so I may see it beyond my human mind. In that disintegration, it begins with your skin, where partially red and orange tones prevail. I wonder if, when nature was mixing you in your mother’s womb, it was inspired by the Namib Desert—Namibia, Southern Africa—for the pigmentation of your skin. I wonder if the pale, white tone of your complexion, with its soft pink undertones, drew inspiration from alabaster stone—or if the strange blue color of your eyes was inspired by the crystalline, pure waters of Mexico’s cenotes.

And if the color of your lips and the sweetness in them came from the recipe that creates nectar in flowers after collecting their morning dew—and if the natural scent of your body is a blend designed specifically for my sense of smell, intoxicatingly calming in the very first seconds I smell you again. I wonder if your height was designed to perfection so that the centimeters I lack to fully reach you allow me to play hide-and-seek in the illusory shadows my body creates while kissing different parts of yours. I wonder if the gaze in your eyes, and the power it holds when it meets mine, was born from the energy of a lightning bolt against the rain falling from the sky, and if your gentle smile with shining eyes is a sensory gift—like the feeling I get when I see a rainbow after the storm.

And in these first interpretations of my soul in the anecdotes of my consciousness, there’s also the observation of when the opposite of beauty begins to appear. How something so exquisitely beautiful and pure holds such diversity of contrast. And how your fear can sometimes seem like a sleeping volcano you’re still learning to manage and recognize—not as who you are, but as a part of you. And how your anger can be felt like hurricane winds about to wipe out an entire coastal city, running wild at thousands of miles per hour—but that too, you are learning to control. And how your nostalgia feels like a precious sunset sinking into the horizon, and how your resentment is carried like an underground current slowly eroding stone. And how the expressions of hatred on your face for things past look to me like an unstoppable fire consuming everything in its path, and how the disdain in your voice feels like ice covering a beautiful lake, isolating all that lies beneath.

I see how different colors and contrasts dance in the palette of your existence, but I also see a door of light in your soul, along the path you’re walking. From there, I see signs of awakening and awareness—where, with all your past experiences, lessons, and wounds, you choose to create a reality that aligns with what you truly wish to live. You open your heart to mine and allow me to feel you—and your love feels like an energy that nourishes me, that is always present even when I can’t see you physically.

And the peace I feel when we are in the same room, even when you’re busy doing something else, feels like a calm lake at dawn, where the water reflects the sky without distortion. And when I see you practicing gratitude and focusing on what truly matters to you, it’s like the earth receiving rain and turning it into life without resistance. And the trust you place in me—and mine in you—feels like a bird taking flight, knowing the air will carry it. Your generosity with those you love, and with me, feels like a tree giving its fruits, its shade, and its oxygen, without asking for anything in return. And the admiration I feel for you is like gazing at a starry night, leaving me speechless. I recognize greatness in you without needing to possess it, or compare myself—just for the pure joy of admiring you.

The affection I feel when you give it to me is like the warmth of the morning sun on my skin—just the right temperature. The inspiration of knowing you and having you in my life is like watching the wind sway the trees without breaking them. And the tenderness I feel watching you sleep while I pull you to my chest and embrace you feels like witnessing the beauty of a newborn’s first steps. And when my body offers itself to yours, I feel ecstasy—like my soul merging with the all, dissolving any illusion of separation or limitation, and resting in the pure truth with you. It feels like the sun touching the horizon, setting the sky ablaze.

And sometimes, seeing the pride you transform into something healthy feels like watching a lion overlooking his pride from the hill. And your strength feels like a mighty wave crashing, penetrating the coast and reshaping the shoreline. Your technical intelligence is like the perfect spiral of a nautilus, and it seems like you can handle anything in your hands with precision, focus, and determination. That is what I’m seeing now, even in the trial and error of your own learning process. And the divine intelligence with which you connect to God is like an entryway from your human life to the ever-expanding universe and consciousness. Your human intelligence is like a miniature universe that you hold and continue to decode with every experience, lesson, and awakening—a brilliance that you’re shaping into a lucid dream, in which I hope you can see yourself from every direction of existence in this life you walk. From the rawness of your pure human emotions, which I know you are capable of transcending, through the natural process of confronting, studying, and understanding them.

I feel absolutely everything about you at a nearly maximum level—because it is my subconscious and consciousness that observes you through the glass of my human eyes. And even in all the parts of you I’m not yet aware of, and in all the unknowns of what your future self may choose to become—I witness you now, in this very moment, and navigate the interpretations of three realities with you: my own, in the silence and privacy of a life where you weren’t yet present; your reality, in who you are now and what you choose to share with me of your past and future desires; and our shared reality, the one we are both creating in this moment where our lives meet and we choose to be together.

And from here, to the masculine figure I see beyond his physical form, I wish you the full realization of your dreams and desires, born from the purity of your true identity and soul—because you deserve to walk the path your soul needs for the evolution of its consciousness. And every expression on your face deserves to experience the full spectrum of joy in your life—like a butterfly landing on your nose, without warning.