lesson: how to love
I’ve read somethings about how to love…I guess love is not a learning process and can not be teached…for love, just loving…loving I feel as love in movement and loving is an experience..books about love?…treatises about love?…conferences about love?…I run away from these dangerous things…poor love, why, love, are you so neglected?…love, why so much aggression in your name?…I take for a long time my struggle against anything against love…I don’t know what is love…nobody knows…I am a loving movement free of joy and nothing can destroy my loving…nor death…death is not a word…love is not a word…loving is rebellious one…nothing can stop my loving…nor yours loving…we are loving free…loving is the only freedom I feel…loving is a rebellion movement…the wall that restrain the people freedom falls with rebellious loving…people like people…people needs loving…when I die, my loving fragrance remains…I feel this…like hope, loving never dies…loving does not have an initial popit and and end point: this is an illusion, but I know no thing and nothing about love…I just am a loving rebellious free movement towards all the people…the world is we, we are the rebellious loving…surviving, ego battles…living, just a loving free amorous encompassing all…I get a surviving experience…loving is innocence, but for the daily aggressions, ego…for living with joy, freedom and confidence in human goodness just loving…so simple, so difficult in appearence and essence, but so easy that the smile of the baby I received yesterday iluminated the shiny day…nothing but pain and suffering without loving…however I am a writer and I have nothing to say…I have no thing and nothing to teach or give or learn, I just share my loving…blogging is an experience far beyond soliloquy