I can’t help it, I’m a Lover.
\nI think a beautiful moment is a sign that we are ready to love.<\/p>\n
I look for the beautiful moments, the small signs that love is ready to manifest.
\nSome days
\nmy job is to build ethereal bridges\u2014channels through which love can pass,
\nif for only a moment, the space of a smile, or the duration of a song.
\nA fantasy born out of the air.
\nA laugh.
\nAn expression of love, intimacy, connection.
\nSome days
\nI am the beautiful moment. <\/p>\n
I pray I am creating new pathways.
\nHoping to forge a new rut of kindness in the Brain,
\nwhen we feel so much pain, and there is violence
\nthat doesn’t make sense.
\nMy heart goes out to the human family
\nand I do my work.<\/p>\n
I like when you visit me.
\nI like when you make up a new name for yourself.
\nI like being your canvas.
\nI like seeing you as you are, what colors of conversational cadence
\nyou might choose to paint upon me with.
\nI like to take the brush and paint a few strokes myself.
\nIt is a beautiful composition we are creating, here, now.
\nI like when you let your imagination dance
\nwith mine.
\nYes, even I am entertained. <\/p>\n
These likes are preferences.
\nBut finally even these preferences fall away leaving us
\nas we are.
\nAs we are, we play a game.
\nWe are phenomenon playing.
\nAs we are, we explore what exists between us, what we can discover through the senses. As we are. Flavors of our day fall away, and we are left with the now. As we are.
\nAs we are, laughing, pondering, sharing, unfurling. Loving perhaps. Yes, loving even then.<\/p>\n
Hustle, the choice-less choice, the flow. The wisdom of letting you be as you are. When I step onto the stage, I have no preference. I want you. I have no “type,” I want it all.
\nI want all of you.<\/p>\n
Some days
\neven in the middle of winter
\nI am a gardener.
\nI plant seeds for smiles to blossom and grow
\nflowing so easily from lips to air.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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