Is this a meal for lovers or just people who live the poetry of love?
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Words have a way of alluding to the unspeakable but are often lost in complex, bruised emotions. Walking or working around my yard brings a peaceful interlude from the “noise” within me…
Lost in my TINYKITCHEN today… Still anticipating some GREATTASTE will emerge from within, solo with a BIGHEART … still seeking.
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