“Is that it doesn’t matter if you love me or not.”
Sweet moments happen of there own accord
(not because I will them into existence).
Oh I have my complaints,
they are a fever, a dust storm, an addiction,
an effort to control (him).
Limiting thought structures that hold me back.
I declare to do better.
To stay awake to the newness unfolding in me.
To daringly let it all be new.
My friend at the end of his life
experienced complete love
and in this state, he could find nothing negative.