Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.
You must ask for what you really want.
I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.
Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?