One Swaying Being

Love is not condescension, never

that, nor books, nor any marking

on paper, nor what people say of

each other. Love is a tree with

branches reaching into eternity

and roots set deep in eternity,

and no trunk! Have you seen it?

The mind cannot. Your desiring

cannot. The longing you feel for

this loves comes from inside you.

When you become the Friend, your

longing will be as the man in

the ocean who holds to a piece of

wood. Eventually, wood, man, and

oceans become one swaying being,