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Wheat fields
I closed my eyes.
I found you at the door of a white house.
I knew it was a lucid dream.
You took my right hand.
We went inside.
There were different people in the house.
You would stop and talk to each of them,
but our hands never separated,
not even for a moment.
My eyes caught the carpeted stairs.
I was waiting for you to finish talking
so we could go upstairs.
But I woke up.
I was always curious about what was up there.
When I saw the first visions,
another door opened for me.
I sat in meditation,
hoping to see
what awaited at the top of the stairs.
I saw it.
There were more stairs,
suspended in space.
This time, I was alone.
You were at the top of the stairs,
standing beside a door.
I climbed those stairs a thousand times,
but before reaching the top,
I would fall asleep—
because climbing them was deeply soothing.
Finally,
one day,
I reached the top.
I had always thought
that if I opened the door,
a hidden green garden would be behind it.
The door opened.
It was a wheat field,
with a single tree.
maybe the nearest wheat fields
to the stone coastal village—
the same place
where we reached peace,
in each other’s arms.
I found you at the door of a white house.
I knew it was a lucid dream.
You took my right hand.
We went inside.
There were different people in the house.
You would stop and talk to each of them,
but our hands never separated,
not even for a moment.
My eyes caught the carpeted stairs.
I was waiting for you to finish talking
so we could go upstairs.
But I woke up.
I was always curious about what was up there.
When I saw the first visions,
another door opened for me.
I sat in meditation,
hoping to see
what awaited at the top of the stairs.
I saw it.
There were more stairs,
suspended in space.
This time, I was alone.
You were at the top of the stairs,
standing beside a door.
I climbed those stairs a thousand times,
but before reaching the top,
I would fall asleep—
because climbing them was deeply soothing.
Finally,
one day,
I reached the top.
I had always thought
that if I opened the door,
a hidden green garden would be behind it.
The door opened.
It was a wheat field,
with a single tree.
maybe the nearest wheat fields
to the stone coastal village—
the same place
where we reached peace,
in each other’s arms.
Wheat fields by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 8, 2026
825
This was the first time
I saw you.
Staring at you,
someone whispered, “Here he is.”
My gaze became judgmental.
Do you remember?
A familiar ache rose inside me,
like a child waiting for someone who had promised to return,
longing through the quiet of too many hours.
A voice said, “Staring made him uncomfortable.”
I knew:
“Your spouse is watching; take your eyes away.”
I knew, but I could not.
At the same time, I felt powerless and helpless—yet you saved me.
You turned with your whole body, not just your head or your eyes.
“What can be done for you?”
That day in 825,
I had no idea
I was about to fall so completely in love with you.
I saw you.
Staring at you,
someone whispered, “Here he is.”
My gaze became judgmental.
Do you remember?
A familiar ache rose inside me,
like a child waiting for someone who had promised to return,
longing through the quiet of too many hours.
A voice said, “Staring made him uncomfortable.”
I knew:
“Your spouse is watching; take your eyes away.”
I knew, but I could not.
At the same time, I felt powerless and helpless—yet you saved me.
You turned with your whole body, not just your head or your eyes.
“What can be done for you?”
That day in 825,
I had no idea
I was about to fall so completely in love with you.
825 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 8, 2026
821
I will hold you
as you have never been held before.
I will kiss you
as you have never been kissed.
I will carry you
into the depths of my heart and breath,
so you can feel the depth of my being,
see yourself,
see love.
In a flow of light,
in endless joy,
I will bring you back
to your home—
and to mine.
as you have never been held before.
I will kiss you
as you have never been kissed.
I will carry you
into the depths of my heart and breath,
so you can feel the depth of my being,
see yourself,
see love.
In a flow of light,
in endless joy,
I will bring you back
to your home—
and to mine.
821… Home in You
821 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 8, 2026
1002
Do you know why I write to you —
so openly, so fearlessly,
even if it makes me look foolish?
It wasn’t to overwhelm you.
I just wanted to say it
so that if you’re going through some of these wild, overwhelming experiences too,
you wouldn’t feel alone.
That’s all.
Why did you close some of the windows?
I loved all of them —
the ones that used to be open and you closed long ago,
and the ones you’ve closed only recently.
I closed mine too, just like you.
Now there’s only one left open.
And this one…
it will never close.
I don’t even know why I closed the others.
It wasn’t pride or stubbornness.
I just wanted to do what you did,
in the only way I knew how.
So yes… my heart always wants what yours wants.
so openly, so fearlessly,
even if it makes me look foolish?
It wasn’t to overwhelm you.
I just wanted to say it
so that if you’re going through some of these wild, overwhelming experiences too,
you wouldn’t feel alone.
That’s all.
Why did you close some of the windows?
I loved all of them —
the ones that used to be open and you closed long ago,
and the ones you’ve closed only recently.
I closed mine too, just like you.
Now there’s only one left open.
And this one…
it will never close.
I don’t even know why I closed the others.
It wasn’t pride or stubbornness.
I just wanted to do what you did,
in the only way I knew how.
So yes… my heart always wants what yours wants.
1002 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 4, 2026
1106
Belief?
There’s no need for belief
the day the puzzle pieces fell into place
I knew I had been born, lived, and loved countless times
it doesn’t matter where, each time you were my home
it doesn’t matter in which family, you were my everything
it doesn’t matter how many times I fell in love, or with whom
I always knew you were my everlasting
To love you has been My soul’s fate
and now I only seek to embrace it
There’s no need for belief
the day the puzzle pieces fell into place
I knew I had been born, lived, and loved countless times
it doesn’t matter where, each time you were my home
it doesn’t matter in which family, you were my everything
it doesn’t matter how many times I fell in love, or with whom
I always knew you were my everlasting
To love you has been My soul’s fate
and now I only seek to embrace it
1106 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 1, 2026
851
Come, my dearest,
entire and complete.
Leave no part behind.
Let my being unfold as a vast expanse
for your presence,
for your unveiling.
Come with the most hidden corners of your being,
the parts that whisper yet remain unseen.
I desire you—
all of you,
entire,
unbroken,
without reduction,
without veil.
entire and complete.
Leave no part behind.
Let my being unfold as a vast expanse
for your presence,
for your unveiling.
Come with the most hidden corners of your being,
the parts that whisper yet remain unseen.
I desire you—
all of you,
entire,
unbroken,
without reduction,
without veil.
851 I desire you entirely.
851 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt February 1, 2026