Opening: Poetry on Love (2004 ? 2014)

When it is first stumbled upon, love is wonderfully luminous, powerful, perplexing, sometimes paralyzing. If we are lucky it lasts for days or months or years or even decades, until through time that connection becomes like air, unseen yet felt, andMoreWhen it is first stumbled upon, love is wonderfully luminous, powerful, perplexing, sometimes paralyzing. If we are lucky it lasts for days or months or years or even decades, until through time that connection becomes like air, unseen yet felt, and utterly a part of our being, defying even distance and death. This condition, this experience, this activity, this feeling, it cannot be known or adequately named. It can only be felt as a living presence. In our ignorance and frailty, we call it love.