Love is a madman,
working his wild schemes,
tearing off his clothes,
drinking poison, and now quietly
There are love stories,
and there is obliteration into love.
you have been walking the ocean's edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
you must dive deeper under,
a thousand times deeper.
I'm thinking, this morning, that whatever we believe we know about ourselves, there is always more. To unearth the voices, the sources of the constant chatter in our heads, the whispers of feelings barely sensed, we must "dive deeper under, a thousand times deeper..."