Saturday, July 10, 2010
Love is the color, the hues, yet it is darkness and dimness, too. Love is the glory of enlightenment and the darkness of unknowing. Love is ecstasy and misery, sureness and confusion. Love is what we want to do and have to do and refuse to do; it is what we always and ever and never can have. Love is saying, “Yes, it hurts. It hurts so much,” while clinging to the truth that this, too, will surely pass.