![]() That Magic Person who will never leave, always be there, take away the loneliness repressed in our guts. Maybe an old part of us still seeks mommy or daddy, Maybe a little disoriented, but perhaps this is the price of being totally free. But what we gain is astonishing: This tremendous sense of being alive…Ī little raw, perhaps. Here at the edge of the known, on the line that once divided sanity from madness, and doubt from certainty, we play, we dance, we drink tea, we touch each other, we cry, we laugh, we meet. ![]() We may be friends, or lovers, or strangers, or family, or we may remain undefined, beyond narrative, our love unable to be captured in words. If we are honest, we really do not know not knowing is our Home. In ten years time, we may still be together. Let us commit to the field, remember the field in every moment of our precious days on this Earth.
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