been forgotten had there been no memory, but
remembrance is there in the blood and the blood is like
an ocean in which everything is washed away but that
which is new and more substantial even than life - reality.
Love is not manageable, it is simply something that happens, and the moment you try to manage it everything misfires.
Trees are in love with the earth; the earth is in love with the trees. The birds are in love with the trees; the trees are in love with the birds. The earth is in love with the sky; the sky is in love with the earth. The whole existence exists in a great ocean of love. Let love be your worship, let love be your prayer.