Making Love

Laughing at the Word Two Only That Illumined One Who keeps Seducing the formless into form Had the charm to win my Heart. Only a Perfect One Who is always Laughing at the word Two Can make you know Of Love. This poem is by Hafiz as translated by Daniel Ladinksy in The Gift

we can’t overplay our hand locked in a deep freeze let’s don’t kid ourselves it takes a lot of work to be reduced to tears the risk of becoming a saboteur and giving oneself a chance takes the key to one’s heart and like a raging bull kisses us like emptiness as if received by…

“Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes… we must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.” -Rainer Maria Rilke

Another bit unearthed in the old journal today. I’m not sure who I was writing this to. There’s no date and I don’t remember. Maybe I was writing it to my future self. Maybe I was writing it to the Universal Collective. I am putting it here for YOU. Whomever reads this, it applies to…

my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes