Give me words so that I may sing a song for you,
do you not want to dance?
A memory stirs, of a distant full-moon night,
when you came to me as a gentle breeze
and tickled me into tears.
A consummation,
a celebration,
of you and me,
like we’ve done a thousand times before.
But where are you today?
The breeze doesn’t tickle ▫
- Love requires granting subjectivity to the beloved so that we may see them. Seeing in this context also subsumes capacity for discerning when to stop seeing. Very difficult.
- Love also requires we let others see us. Sometimes it may demand a reification of the self. This is the only true ground where we may do so. Ability to do this skillfully is equally difficult.