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Tag: Love
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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
Prophylactic tears
If one can look at beauty today, and imagine it today disappearing tomorrow, would the tears that come ahead of its disappearance prevent us from allowing it to disappear?
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… Continue reading Love is out of our control
sending you a very different hug, now
At a given time, in the most concise bundle of energy, of emotions, as the lightest of gestures possible, in the shortest form we have ever been able to convey — an sms, a short text — I may send you a hugSuch a short message differs greatly from the use of the phrase at… Continue reading sending you a very different hug, now
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… Continue reading A complex simplicity in reference to childhood memories on taste
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.
The oven is off
Little Blueberry-Basil cornbread loaves, instead of a single large one
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… Continue reading Love is not personal
Some foods are home, and can only be made in a home
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… Continue reading Love is ingrained in the kitchen at the beginning, and grains of love are given back in the end
Where reciprocity lies, and where it is not needed
Waiting for love by waiting for one Is to miss what love is
in dependence
the brightness of one is yet at the mercy of the surrounding ones perceiving
From Flower to Flower
The world around you is beautiful because that's how you see it. And your vision is transmitted to others. Lilium candidum Linnaeus
god missing himself
These days are energy, inspiration —-No! energy —- period!Here is an inner confidence in claiming that inspiration is a constant. It comes from all around, it comes in memories waiting to be re-unpacked, occasionally unpacked for the very first instance. It happens in any moment of passive, and wild, and deep observation of whatever flew… Continue reading god missing himself
Music is Love
Yes! Music is love, and only love In voice, drums, hums, and words Billions of pieces of music are on the praise, the need, the beauty of love And those of destruction They are merely imploring for love
Everything but Promises
I am not the promising type but there are things I know, and things known may be conveyed with the confidence which provides assurance without the need of a promise. This common want for reassuring the joys of now with promises, makes the present less worth living than a fulfilling point in being that has… Continue reading Everything but Promises
A face of love — take 1
The most amazing thing in life is to reach a moment in which love and loving reveal a face. One has matured out of the notion of it being a feeling, and a concrete face is suddenly there. No! Such a face is not truly the face of love, for love draws, grounds, enlightens, releases,… Continue reading A face of love — take 1
Love is Greater
He who enunciates love, has verbalized more than oneself can ever understand with the word, its concept, its essence. Even more, with love one has verbalized a greatness which can never nearly equate to what the recipient encompasses in his own love realm. He who says love, emanates a wider and deeper breath than the… Continue reading Love is Greater
Crying at Sunset
Life at sunset likes to bring tears — to the horizon, and to the sun self On the cheeks of the sun setting, they flow differently than on those of them looking at suns setting.Near and far aroundthe horizon turns numb,encapsulated in the sensation of the ceasing of beauty of that sun, or in the… Continue reading Crying at Sunset
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