I like love.  It’s a marvelous experience … giving and receiving.

There are two types I know something about:

I love you

One other person and me, romantic or not.  Contact with the eyes.  Sublime.

I love human beings

In my better moments, I see their faces shining in the street … and I love them, in all their particularities.

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This morning I lay in bed and other words came:

Be love

I let them enter me, rather than be analyzed by my mind.  And I thought of rain.  It falls gently on all of us, quenching a thirst.

There’s something here about moving beyond the solid human being.  About the border between skin and air dissolving.  About the silhouette disappearing.

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I know not of what I speak

And that’s fine

It’s a beginning