Silence Ana

[Guest guest]

P; Sorry dear,

There is no absolute love.

What love has to with silence?

has to do with it ? has to do with it?

Love is but a 2ndhand emotion.

It's due to neurotransmitters

in the amygdala.

 

Nope, you bought into the wrong love, my dear.

The way of love is an abstraction. A momumental

undertaking for its own sake. Out of the ceaseless

beginning less and endless substance, I call Love,

All that is Is, All that can be will Be, and Is this moment

already now.

 

It is the simultaneous action and reaction, the dissolving

of something into nothing and the arrising of something out

of nothing. It is none other than the state and story of This.

Sing it, dance it, romance it, destroy it, confine it, rue it,

hide from it, be blinded in it, fly a kite in it, swim in it, burn

in it, yearn for it, die for it,

 

It is none other the Love of This, for This, as This in and of This.

 

What would you call it, Pete? I would even call Love Pete, or

Pete Love. An arising from nothing for Pete's sake...

 

Love my friend,

Ana

 

P:It has no name, it can't be given one,

it doesn't accept one. It you must call it,

then call it: Hey you! but it's not a you

either, or an I, or it. It is, what it is.

 

So help me, Is. )