Time’s knife slides from the sheath, as a fish from where it swims. Being closer and closer is the desire of the body. Don’t wish for union. There’s a closeness beyond that. Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting. Love is the soul’s light, the taste of morning. No me, no we, no claim of being. These words are the smoke the fire gives off as it absolves its defects. As eyes in silence, tears face. Love cannot be said.
Being closer and closer is the desire of the body.
Don’t wish for union.
There’s a closeness beyond that.
Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting.
Love is the soul’s light, the taste of morning.
No me, no we, no claim of being.
These words are the smoke the fire gives off as it absolves its defects.
As eyes in silence, tears face.
Love cannot be said.