Harriet
Zinnes
| Want Want is constant. Explosive. Ah, human desire, never fulfilled. Always a yearning. What is bestowed, a quick present, quickly accepted, never completely fulfilled. Want is being. Being is on the edge of want. Want = being, an equation on the edges of fulfillment. I want. I am. You are. Are you in hiding? Littleness The apple on the tree, the banana on the table, the flowing waters of the ocean, the bird flapping wings on a branch, the sky blue and moving, and the river with waters quietly flowing. All, so little, so unbestowing, yet so enveloping, so crucial. To what end is the littleness in the grand scheme of the cosmos, in the minute scheme of the newly married trembling couple in bed? Whatever is little may or may not end grandiose, but the grandiose will certainly diminish into the littleness of it all. I beseech you. Transfiguration halts no lover. Love is in the palm of your hand. >>>John Tranter
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