What is this that unites us, 
constrains our passions,
ignites our compassion, 
kindles who we are,
a treasure unmeasured,
a gallery in time,
endless together. 

What it is we may never know. 

For each of our gestures,
there is an equivalent touch:
where one inhabits with another 
we become two, in a returning
to the path set for us 
as giveness unbounded, 
freedom as joy, 
eternal as our voice.
Signature Lina Ru