my tail waggeth not
yet this crazy Love’s still here –
you’d think it would flee
when the colour drains from life
but it just flows on
flows on – in and through
ev’rything thought, felt and known:
my refuge, my Love!
“crazy Love”? – what else can I call this Unknowable Presence that is not-other; that embraces ALL in its theatre of awareing, without preference or judgement; that isn’t a feeling, emotion or experience, yet makes these knowable; that is here, ever here, throughout the days and nights of this life I deceitfully call ‘mine’, yet know to be ITs own?