The heart wants to know

Is he the one?

Is what my heart wants to know today.

The one what?

My mind replies.

The one who brings you closer to yourself?

Everyone can be,

If you let them.

That’s not what I mean, H says.

The mind: what do you mean then?

Is he the one who will make you jump

and blossom

and sparkle

and surrender to infinity?

The mind exhales in gentle agony and states,

you mean,

is he the one to make you blind?

Everyone can be,

if you let them.

But if your essence craves to know when true love comes knocking at the door…

(The heart almost falling off her chair in laser sharp attention.)

…it’s when you realize that you are more than pulsating flesh.

…it’s when you no longer wait for the thing that makes you jump or blossom or sparkle.

…when you don’t need to surrender to infinity because you are just that.

…it’s when you become one with the knowing that every single one of your electric beats is in itself the purest expression of love.

So is he the one? The heart insists.

M says,

I don’t know.

I will never know.

Until I am,

the one.