Through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places. –E. E. Cummings
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
love is a place
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn’t make any sense.