a letter to her... heuristic kind...

Dear...
when Donne wrote 'Good morrow'
me thought
He wrote that for us...

and
this afternoon
when we are so apart...
on a cloudy calm balmy afternoon such...
filled with only Love songs...
methink
we two are
heuristic!

yes...
you enabling my understanding every possible way...
i yours...
are we two not getting merged?
slow...
graded...
have you not felt that surge
of waves...
waves coming one after another?
onto your soul...
the deep...
the mind...
deeper...
the heart...
the deepest?

hey!
Dear!
we are getting heuristic...
Ideal...
like a reference point conjoined...
are we not?
tell me dear?
are we not discovering
the eastern part of western hemisphere?
and the western part of east?
or the southern of the north?
or northern of the south?

are we not amalgamating?
soul to soul?
like a discovery
that in seven sleepers' den
they did?
in Good Morrow?

we are heuristic...
getting more
and more...
sinking too sure...

By the way...
in casino terms they call it
Monte Carlo!
but Monte Carlo is everywhere...
just like we two joined...
in Economics...
in cellular structures...
in probability functions...
in numerical integration...
in optimization...

so...
Dear...
see?
are we not getting joined?
optimized?
integrated?

Faith
adding to faith...
Love to love...
Space and Time...
they are uniting too...
are they not?

love added with Love
did that dear...
so...
where's the fear?

be in the flow...
He up there
will surely you and me show...
a way...
to Heaven...
sure!

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