My longing is clear but not always the
object of the longings, lost in the everyday mix up of events, thoughts and
feelings ... The fear of being tangled up in the presence so much that you
forget of what you long for and what you’re looking for, and more importantly,
that you are looking for it or live for is huge, but it doesn’t even come close
to the fear of conscious giving up of who you are, what your heart is longing
for… in the hiding of selflessness.
What would you do if you did not fear?...
