i just wrote you this beautiful poem about me crying more in the gentle rain, though my phone deleted it and i felt so angry that it was lost. i titled it “unlearning” because my sadness changed to joy when i examined my feelings in deeper meditation.
do you know what the poem said? (not verbatim….it is now lost in cyberspace, hoping you heard it or felt it at least)
i love you even though it hurts
im glad it hurts because the feeling is a gift
i would rather feel love passionately, and scream about it with gladness in my heart.
beats the hell out of the apathetic and subtle tears rolling down my face during a gentle rain.
lets see if my phone agrees to publish this one.
and now ….its pouring.