This morning while I was in my writing experience with Jane, I could hear Steve in the background talking to Mandu. I sent Steve this poem, which came, just for him. I keep myself fairly private, I realize, about those things where I am most touched. I sent this to Steve. I share it now with you. It seems okay to do.
the honey, the bees
from the flowers
in the fields
from the wisdom
that thrums -
I love this poem - and I appreciate that you enjoy my voice. I take great delight in your lilting voice as well; often when you are not even aware that I am listening.
this is what love's about, and why it takes so long. I am not listening to the sound you make, but hearing the spirit behind that sound. for most of us, it just takes a long time to get around the loud voice of the self we listen to from birth, in order to hear the softer (and more beautiful) voice of the Self.
I love you!!
I wrote a comment to National Geographic on the February 2006 article on Love. I felt it missed some major points. This is what I said.
Perhaps I am feeling particularly
sensitive on this subject right now, as I just read a most beautiful love story
that I highly recommend, "Sky Burial," by Xinran.
Not only is it an incredible love story, but it, also, gives a wonderful history and experience of