The bridge is the connector.

The path between the "wholy"
and the body.
The path between the body
and the "wholy".

The path may be treacherous,
take it slow.

The bridge will meet you where you are.

Flexibility is key.
A tree that can bend will not snap
as it meets the winds of a storm or a hurricane.

Know your limits.
Stay where you are.
You have nothing to prove.

The path will ne imperfect and you will fall.

As your lover, I also love
your missteps,
your fails,
your falls.