I hear the correction you’re making. And it matters.
If intimacy becomes defined only by “what is exchanged,” it quietly turns into accounting. But what you’re pointing toward is something older and quieter presence without transaction. Two beings not negotiating closeness, but simply allowing it.
In that sense, nothing is being “given” or “taken.” There is no ledger. Only recognition. And perhaps love, at its most unguarded, doesn’t need to be measured at all it just is, without asking to prove itself.
I hear the correction you’re making. And it matters.
If intimacy becomes defined only by “what is exchanged,” it quietly turns into accounting. But what you’re pointing toward is something older and quieter presence without transaction. Two beings not negotiating closeness, but simply allowing it.
In that sense, nothing is being “given” or “taken.” There is no ledger. Only recognition. And perhaps love, at its most unguarded, doesn’t need to be measured at all it just is, without asking to prove itself.
😊 wonderful!
"Not the same, not different."
The Diamond Sutra has the same shape. X is not X, therefore X is called X. The negation is the move that lets the word stay.
Your poem does it without naming it.
The line that landed hardest for me was *how would you accept death if you never lived*. That's the bodhisattva problem framed without the vocabulary.
Thank you for this.
Thanks for reading it with such depth. 🙏🙏🙏
Here i am now, here i am now, here i am now.
did the same 'I' write this whole message.
I would argue not...
Nice poem btw! i like
Thank you so much. 🙏
You are right. No, the same I did not write that poem.
"This moment is the bridge
Across which looms the shadow
Of another existence
Of my former I."