I’m not saying goodbye. Why the hell should I? You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here with me. They say you can’t see me anymore, That the time has come to move on,
Love is… not intellectualising about God, rising with the sun, enjoying every moment of clarity, doing whatever the ego resists, letting go of anger and resentment,
Everything that happens in my life, I allow. When I wake up and go on the internet, knowing it will dissolve my will to write, I allow it. When I latch onto futile resentment
Every time we check for viruses in our groins, our breasts and our hard drives, Every time we worry about deadlines, for charges, bills and interest, Every time we buy things to absolve,