loving beat

by walterdoege

I feel love…I am love…as I could write, I have love, but not…love is not one thing…not a property…I realised that my daily trials to keep touch to loving free way is hard, as I am saying that loving, like a motion, a movemnt, is a hard daily work…a daily trial to live better…less suffering…less fear…less guilt…less anxiety…loving seems to me a matter of daily build…daily work…far away from a sublime or illusion…much expectation regarding love is frustration soon…perhaps I choose loving cause movement…love, also a movement…loving, a movement of share among me and people…I belong to you?…I belong to loving that encompasses all of us…I feel loivng as my unique way of living. loving is a state of being toghether in some many forms!…my writing is a love expression…and loving beat regards silence for perception of movement….in and out…loving beating, down beat, up beat…like in song playing…when I play music on my piano these perceptions seems clear…words, meeting in the mittle of the bridge with you