Across the bottom paddock a bull’s roar floods.
We are taken, this night, into places
where things unseen are seen
and things unspoken are spoken.
The fragility of love is not for grasping
or holding tight. We must
lightly but surely touch this otherness
becoming no-one but one.
The moon will not watch in its un-selfing.
Nor the assurances given be of account.
Heike Schenk A..., 2 months ago
This will unsettle somebodys belief about love….great work.
AffectMachine in reply to Heike Schenk Arena’s comment, 2 months ago
Thank you Heike – love is unsettling