loving

by walterdoege

as a writer I have nothing to say…loving I feel…my loving is a free amorous sentimental  movement…my life is not a property…my body is not of mine…I have no thing and nothing…loving is no purpose…no thinking…no reasoning…countless…no gain…no award…no question…no comprehension…no explanation…no argumentation…no inquiry…no aim…no game…loving is not a loosing game…loving is no give…no receive…no spiritual bargain…no soul negociation…no expectation…no illusion…poverty, I am solitude, I am a beggar…’how many deaths must a man will take / before you can call him a man?’…from a song, a beautiful song…i have nothing to give or receive, just share…just loving…such a wonderful loving, such a wonderful world…we are loving, we are world…love is not a word, love is an invitation to loving…common loving…at the near of yes for the love invitation, in despite of anything, loving is a wonderful world we build daily…we…together trough loving living…no begin…no end