I found this a long time ago, and I don’t know where I got this from. If anyone knows who the author is, please let me know.
How can this be? I do not know who I am; I do not know who you are — Whose heart is this, so full that it forces sweet tears from my eyes? What love is this, so pure it knows no object, so expansive, no one world can hold it? Could it be? Have we met before, only to have forgotten ourselves? How long have we wandered, from dark path to dark path, at each other’s side, searching for what we have always had, for what we have always been? How is it that now, just now, I recognize you, not knowing your face? How is it that I know I have never lost you, when only now, just now, I have found you again? Who are you, who am I? Who is lover, who is beloved? Could it be? Are we Love?
Also, a collection of Deepak Chopra sound art, featuring various famous artists:
