I have loved you before time ticked forward into itself. I read the stone carved by the hands of masters chiseling these words. You’ve awakened inside me the other side of the light where it radiates from its moon-space. How vast the brightness of you. How divine do you taste on the tip of my tongue. You are the gospel. I sing your praises that you understand just how deeply these rivers go. You flow inside of me the pulse of drums beating the vibration that is life itself. Gold with red trim, you are the stoned Buddha upon which I hold my gaze, and I’ve awakened trice in a single lifetime. The Trinity guides me always there to the opening. I enter through the side where the crack gives way to the light.