Sunday, October 11, 2009
Our love
We love each other in a way song can not celebrate, for a song is prisoner to its own form and what moves between us is bigger than the heart, and flows endlessly from nowhere to all places small. It is greater, more sublime than we, yet, being love, it loses nothing of itself in the slight confines of our heart, of our mind. Let us retire to the rapture of our miracle, to the harmless heat of love's passion where our anxious minds may relax in the colors, the textures, the grandeur and the...
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