THAT THING YOU DO

You add to the softness of my being
that's already as fluffy as
a cloud hanging in the sky.

You add to the juiciness of joy
that's already overflowing with delight
while we laugh like a couple of mad children.

You add to the depth of the mystery
that's already unlocked within me.

You add to the beauty of plain breathing
where the mere presence of air
makes it a sacred ritual.

You add to the brightness of my sight
so that the sparks in my eyes
shine even more lively.

You add to the rootlessness
already planted in freedom
that is my very core.

You add to the freedom that is and
has always been my one and only vow.