today — the window in the chest is open, songs fly in and out
love
good friends are love in the Way made flesh
the sooner that lust for position passes, the longer for delight in loving the world
tiny grasshopper, green as the leaf it eats,
lives to eat another leaf, and not because of its color
without One, how does one
bear being without
some one in one’s life?
trust and forgiveness are the front and the back of the hand of love
all dreams of flowers
(i love you more)
are nothing so much
(than words can hold)
as reflections of your face
(or heart can say)
caught in a smile
(for CN with thanks and apologies to ee cummings)
you don’t need to be in love for love to be in you
smiling first befriends the other . . . and oneself
forgiving is a primordial act of love
for human well-being, in every sense, love is not an option
only love satisfies,
only love knows,
only love satisfies
sin arises not from a failure to love, but an incapacity
no more talk of spiritual things,
no enlightened chatter,
let us speak instead of life and loss and love
older yang, younger yin –
for the pleasure of her company
there was  no defense
(for WPL)