Day Seventy-eight

Trust in love is necessarily scary or risky, at least to our constructed self. Otherwise we would be whole all the time, and therefore probably stone. It seems to me that much is made of nonduality and oneness, but from where and to where are we brought? Here is another construction, all that is beyond frustration, doubt, and anger. Just be here, they say, and rest in non-duality. I am not done kissing the stones I cast.