Love
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Have we missed something important?
– Johan? Have we missed something important? – All of us? – No, you and I. – What would that be? – At times I can read your mind, and I feel such tenderness that I forget myself. Without having to efface myself. It’s a new sensation. Do you understand. – I understand. – Johan?…
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Astonishment was my first love
The common expression tends to name music. This inner pendulum is propelled slowly, steadily, strongly, with intensity. So much that I find the swing much stronger than what the I can account for. Being is a wonder. Especially in conversation. Let us converse The Love Series I —- Astonishment was my first love
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Love is out of our control
It is for this reason that for years I have avoided defining it, or, at least have refused to see it within the commonly given personified contexts. I can no longer trust societal and human habits of conceptualizing surroundings, and existence, as we succumb to language and communication by the use of single words as…
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Music versus Life
I remember very little of my childhood I can’t recall my parents ever touching meneither to caress, nor to punishI did not know anything about lovetenderness, contact, intimacy, warmthOnly through music did I have a chance to show my feelingsSometimes, when I lie awake at nightI wonder wether I have lived at allIs it the…
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A complex simplicity in reference to childhood memories on taste
A spiritual and intellectual approach to eating has been a focus as of late. This approach is by no means a new phase but rather a zooming-in by way of reduction being dramatically intensified — more singularity per dish, as opposed to a variety of up to five items on a plate, and items being…
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Love — like a simple bite of exquisite profiles to the palate
Love is like the simple bite of an exquisite something in the palate,and the exquisite state generated by the presence of a pleasing taste complexity in the palate is like love —- the sense of need dissipates.
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Love is not personal
When a kiss vibrates from lips onto a cheek, onto other lips, onto willing hands, in love When a caress softens the caressing hand, and the touched When with eyes and pelvis a body in penetration shakes, do not take it personally. Sharing signs of love happens from one towards another. And yet, love itself…
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Love is ingrained in the kitchen at the beginning, and grains of love are given back in the end
For the newly incarnated soul, love begins being fertile in the kitchen. Shades of anguish will likely manifest themselves there as well but much of the following decades the fleshed soul will spend falling and standing in love, will be tainted and significantly propelled by the hugs, kisses, bowl licking, smiles, tears, and conversations about…
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Where reciprocity lies, and where it is not needed
Waiting for love by waiting for one Is to miss what love is
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in dependence
the brightness of one is yet at the mercy of the surrounding ones perceiving
Sila Blume 