And while I sometimes do not know, nor – do I understand the “is”. I know that it is what it is, not within my power and control – not within my wishing – not even within my thinking.
A Great Love Affair
Is a wonderful thing. Who can deny the lure and the intensity of romance? And when the moments join together as if they are meant to be, as if there are no other moment that was meant to be in this time and in this place, the love affair is even greater still. How does it happen? How does this magical passion ever occur? It cannot be explained away by hormones, but must be acknowledged on a deeper level: a level of compassion and congruence. Further still, there must be a dimension of confluence as times and events come together of their own accord, their own fate, their own living heart. So how does one think of the Great Love Affair? Is it a rescue from a moment of despair? Is it all I need to continue my arduous journey though the mountains, a brief stop in a field overflowing with flowers? Or is this Great Love Affair so much more? This is what I think – and of course thinking has no place or purpose in a Great Love Affair, but thinking occurs all the same: It is what it is.
