Conversation

The clouded moon sends down his lactic light across the stone wall. The whole city stretches far out, the country borders blurred in night fog. Sheet lightning shrugs across the flanks of the mountain. The tea is still warm. The crickets chirr in tune with the crackling of the bonfire. Psychedelic tunes gently vibrating through the forest.
'Rising into love. It's different than falling in love. It's an organic process, it makes a shift in consciousness. It burns itself into the being as a deep mark. It changes ways, is a catalyst for feeling alive and leads down the roots to who you are and what is most important to you in life. You both can just see each other. That's mind-blowing.  You can only thrive in it by constantly rising and that's what your partner has to do at the same time, even when apart. You cannot allow cowardice in love, you got to be brave. Going within and learning all about what's there. Mastering to surf on the inner waves and intuition. Giving up control completely and then taking it back, independently. That has to happen. We're always evolving. It's our nature. A love that can't evolve is stagnant and no love. Love spreads its endless fire through the deepest knots of your soul over and over again over a long period of time. I don't identify with consuming people, that's superficial. Once you have a connection, a real one, it is permanent, even when lays dormant for some time. Soulmates can always collide again, they have their twin universe. Because you're made of the same material. It's always gonna be there.'
Hammocks are like cradles. The slow rocking from side to side, the night sky through the leaves of the forest ceiling, and the crickets hum a lullaby.