love is the most difficult puzzle of all. it provides the bends in the pitch of life that keep it from all being monotone and screams in our ears with all the pain and fury of the universe. it is our only hope and our worst disease. we scarcely understand it but base our entire existence around it because at birth we felt it that first screaming time. it is truly a perfect circuit. a glowing crystalline tube when pure, a clouded neon haze when tainted...by our good intentions and dreams of what should or could be...always we let things confuse us. we let our intellect drive us through every day. we are taught that intellect is more powerful than innate. it is the one that pays the bills so it gets the most focus. schools and testing, all good for the intellect...not many schools for the innate but the beauty is you don't have to learn it, you already know. its challenge is remembering... i believe these two sides will flourish exponentially when connected. so i have been trying to teach myself to see more, and love more of what i see. i try to shut my head up more so my heart can talk, it gets pretty loud in there some times.i will remember how to love these trees and rocks and and perhaps i will remember how to love humans more completely and perhaps i will remember how to love myself. love is part of our innate, we come out of the warm liquid universe with all the knowledge of the interpreter. we just forget. so over and over we watch while it spoils into sad lamentations of something that was or the beauty of moment and transience, it is the same fleeting beauty of this moment, this life, this universe... whispered dreams butterflies and smiles. every shiny thing fades away... lovingly,