loveletter – Feel with Neil

My love letter to me II

Accused of grave wrongdoing, the reasons rang true to me.

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I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.

Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.

“The river” is a thing, but always in motion. So never really the same. It couldn’t be “the river” without its unmoving bed.

Layered, cyclical Ordinary, phenomenal Predictable, mysterious Like love