love reaches a wisdom


The flute

of interior time is played

whether we hear it or not. What we

mean by “love” is its sound coming in.

When love hits the farthest edge of excess, it

reaches a wisdom. And the fragrance of that knowledge!

It penetrates our thick bodies, it goes through walls — 

Its network of notes has a structure as if a

million suns were arranged inside.

This tune has truth in it. Where

else have you heard a

sound like this?