Another sunrise and another sunset. It's good to have a place to be, where it is alright to be, where it is alright to count days or thoughts or tasks and to let them go. This stillness connects me to one who is far away and to my loneliness as well. They come together here, become one.
Love taps on my window in the dark, whispers in the voices of the poor in town, leaves deer tracks. Love sheds desire, then pleasure, then touch, then skin, mind, even whatever it has touched in the past. Nothing can hold it. Instead it asks for us as offering.
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