{The Universe is My Lover}

The universe is my lover

I don’t need any other source of love

No flimsy romance, no thumb-worn apps,

no pleas for validation from those

who wouldn’t recognise devotion

if it pressed gently against their chest

and whispered stay.

The sun takes her time with me,

never rushed, never cruel.

She rises slowly, like she knows my rhythm,

then wraps her pendles of golden light around my shoulders

like a shawl spun from memory and honey

She touches without taking

She shines without demand

She stays.

The wind has always been a bit of a flirt,

ruffling my hair like a mischievous child,

lifting my hem with no shame,

slipping secrets into the curve of my neck

that no person has ever dared to say aloud.

The trees, gods in bark and breath,

stand beside me without needing anything in return

They don’t perform presence. They are presence.

They have held space for me in the truest way,

rooted, silent, and willing to witness

And the moon, dear mother of tides and tears,

she waits up for me like a sister with warm milk and patience

She never asks me to be less

She never asks me to smile

She just pours her soft light into the wounds

I thought I had to keep hidden

I have courted galaxies and made my bed with stardust

I have stitched myself together

with comet threads and the rough twine of survival

I have dined with silence and walked out whole

So if you see me alone,

don’t mistake it for waiting

Don’t project your hollow onto my fullness

I am not pining. I am not missing a half

I am not a puzzle piece or a prayer unanswered

I am whole,

full of sky and dogs and poetry,

full of bark-scented afternoons and briny coastal wind,

full of my own quiet company,

and the infinite grace of knowing I belong

to something much vaster than longing.

Pass the tea

The universe is loving me again

And I am letting it

✴︎ Ajanta | Cave Dweller | Torch Bearer | Truth Teller | 2025