A night full of talking that hurts, my worst held-back secrets: Everything has to do with loving and not loving. This night will pass. Then we have work to do. I circle your nest tonight, around and around until morning when a breath of air says, Now, and the Friend holds up like a goblet some anonymous skull. I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There’s no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence. Don’t forget the nut, being so proud of the shell. The body has its inward ways, the five senses. They crack open, and the Friend is revealed. Crack open the Friend, you become the All-One.