You listen to so much more than I can say.
You hear consciousness.
You go with me where the words I say can’t carry you.
I want to be just like a blade of grass, that moves as the air
moves it -to talk just according to the impulse of the moment.
And I do.
His love is as restful as Nature itself. He has no standard
for you to conform to, no choice about you, but is simply
with your reality, just as Nature is. You are real, so is he:
the two realities love each other - voila !
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