marrying maria

In four days, at last I will be married to you, Beloved Maria. What a great blessing this is. I have been asked many times: Why are you getting married? Clearly, we are not planning to start a family at this age (At least, I think we’re not). And we are certainly not getting married for prosaic reasons like tax breaks or shared health benefits.

For me, our wedding ceremony is just a formality. You see, in my heart, I am already married to you. When I am with you, I melt. The boundaries that separate you from me just seem to dissipate. So often, I cannot tell where I end and you begin. We share one heart. And that is what marriage means to me: the two of us coming together as one.

I have been in love with you from the beginning: utterly, passionately, and beyond a shadow of a doubt. There is also something more here, which is special indeed: Adoration. I adore you, Maria. I am not saying merely that I love and respect you deeply, which I do. When I look into your eyes, hear your voice, touch you, feel you, take in your scent, or taste your lips, I understand fully the meaning of the Spanish, adoración. This word contains oración, or “prayer.” Loving you is my prayer. I worship the breathtakingly brilliant and beautiful goddess that you are. Now and evermore, you are my Goddess of Love, Maria.

​This is my path, my religion, my devotion, from this day forward. In your presence, in your arms, and in your splendor, my entire being resonates with the vibration of AUM. I never fully appreciated the significance of AUM until I met you. Inspired by you, my heart chants AUM and my body pulsates to the beat of this sacred rhythm on a daily basis. How could I resist or refuse such grace? I honor the great and wonderful divine gift that you are, Maria, and I am “excited to my marrow,” as you would say, to spend the rest of my life with you.