In death, as in love, souls meet, move, dance to the rhythm, the motion of the universe, holding in the persistent thrill of acknowledging the essence of spirit intertwined, through the tunnel, lifting the veil and seeing, recognizing each other, know the self back, soul to soul. The moment past, as if the music stops, we blink, forget to remember who we are and ignorant of charm, relinquish light, yet in that moment, the ephemeral, evanescence of life, the possibility for our souls to see and hear other exists. Always. All ways. What if today, you spoke it? What if you awakened to the opportunity and said to those you love (and as you speak it, that becomes everyone), ‘I see you. I hear you. I love you.’?