taboos

by walterdoege

I would write the last taboo…the ultimate taboo…but does not sound me good…taboos open some wandering…as far as daily common living is concerned, be happy seeems a stumbling block, and happiness a far distant thing…even though I guess love is a taboo…there are others, but love I guess is a big taboo…happines is far away from me, or my writing…sense joy is so close to me!, and I feel joy as one love expression, a worth fragance…like when someone go away, but the parfum remains…happiness and love are different things…when and where there is love, no fear, no thinking, no doubt…as love is an experience…it’s not a project, nor a purpose, it’s not a goal…love is an event, the way I am responsible after an event…love is caleidoscopic…not tangible…I sense the feeling of stay in the path of love…pain, suffering does not come from love…perhaps, in this way, love is a taboo, perhaps the last taboo…love is common…love is for all…love is not one thing, one object, or two, or three…countless, free, rebellious…love is some human experience…I don’t know what love is, I feel love…I am loved…my dears…my not so near loved people…but all people I love inhabits my soul…love is close to fiction, love is close to building a relationship…and a love relationship is worth…the stumbling blocks in the path of love are stepping tools, as a rock I can stay to watch ahead, going on on the road, in the highway, for the long run…fall in love, feel love, look for love, search love are interesting idiomatic efforts to narrate the experience of love…love requires no adjectivation, but even romantic love does not require romanticism, but just share the joy of love…the perception of love…fiction is related to wish…fiction is a tool of supporting realities…love itself is not a tool, love itself is not a taboo…love itself is not a dream…love itself is not only fiction…but without a common and simple and hard inner and outer work, love is a joyful experience…love is a truth as in my experience…there are so many taboos, but love is an open road to sense a lovely sense of the worth of living, of being alive in despite of all…love is freedom…love is peace…people, keep loving…lovers, keep living…throw away any taboo regarding love…after a storm my ego and my self were blowing in the winds…I stand good…we can stand good…love is trust…in human goodness I trust…without love, taboos…the experience of love is common, love is an always opened window, an ocean that refuses no river, some perception that every daily trouble and pain and suffering can be an oppotunity to stop and sense a broader and amazing paisage…taboos are only taboos…love is not a dream, love is not imagination…rocking and rolling taboos, sensing the joy of loving love…love, always joyful in despite of all