I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

What is minus?
     what is plus?
     which is better?
     which should you trust?

Where there's unity
    it's the home of humanity.

This is the conclusion
Of a technical pursuit
A scientific view of
The nature of our Self..

Brain as filter
Connecting us to
The infinite..
Yet we observe that
In this view
The brain remains
An object as your
Fingernail or front door..

So it seems
We await a dawning
Which is the knowing of
Our brains as appearances
Of the infinite
Among many appearances
In our on-going dream...

I don’t know if you
feel the same as I do.

but I'm willing to do
wherever my heart takes
me

even though
I'll have to walk the