love frees and loosens

by walterdoege

love is not a word…love is not only a word…love shall not be a project…love shall not be a search…I don’t know what is love, I feel…I feel love freeing me from fear and suffering…love frees the soul and the body…love loosens the heart for living, and living is some remaining sense of life worth while surviving…survival related to all dangerous ones…to any thing that make the builts fall, the daily living step by step against non sense, love seems…love always keep me on track…on the long road…on the long path…on the highway…in a changing world…love is not a losing game…love is not a game…perhaps a loosening work…a loosening movement toward ahead tasks…I can write that love is a loosening play, freeing the perception for joy and peace, work and enjoyness…love is an amazing grace, like this rainny day of today at a spring almost summer time season…timing the time through many ways…seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years…seasons, and near another season croosroad, summer is arriving…at december…seizing the day, but how seize the life?…time is quantitative in this way…time is qualitative also as when I sense the intuition of moments and instants…as when I continue listening the music after the last note is performed…the blue note…the blues note…the last note of a music may last forever…the last note when percussed with my finger at the keyboard of my acoustic piano while playing a wnadering improvision blues…the last note sounds loud and then I let it frees, loosens, go in direction to silence although sounding on my soul…perhaps through silence the music reachs other heart…other soul…other lover…other people, because as when I write, when I play a song, even a solely note, softly, kindly…the note, the blue note…the blues intention is addressed to other person…i can not sense that I play a music for myself…I play from me to you too…many times echo of the listened music and songs and sounds…in between the notes…in between the words in this writing…the silence…the last performed blues note sounds free going to silence…love is close to silence…I can not listen the silence…I can not touch love…I feel love as I sense the silence…love is not in my words…silence is in anywhere…anytime, anywhere…somewhere in time…a remembrance of the music and the movie…some time anywhere…love remains as an unique experience…love frees…love loosens the defences against sensing love…perhaps love and silence is a kind of blue rose…lovers, love is all I need…love to love beyond needness