Ramesh Balsekar is back home

This is the third update on my ninety years young sweetheart.

He is back home from the hospital.

There are no talks yet, though he does meet people on request.

He picks up the phone, but I haven't called him.

I love him to bits, but its not personal.

It's good enough to know he is safe inside his nest.

It's good to know that the shoe rack outside his door is not empty.

If I do call him, I will say,

I don't know for sure if you are a Buddha, and it matters not.

If we never meet again, you are the one person to whom I have nothing more to say.

For I have had the privilege to say to you, over and over again.

I love you.

And yet, its not a personal love.

I don't want to own you.

Maybe, I already do.