Again, some thoughts crowd my mind, mostly at night. I want to get up and put pen to paper, but the weakness of the flesh over rides that desire, and I repeat one word of my thoughts over and over again, like mantra. This is what happened a few nights back. I am glad I remembered the word Osmosis.
This amazing love that we share, the give and take of it all,
is like osmosis. You give and I take, or you take willingly,
what I give. Sometimes, I think that what you give me, is
so titanic, and all consuming. I am super saturated, and want
to spill some of that back into your love, so that we could equalize
and be subtle in the absorption as we mingle.
And then we will be remembered as the free floating passion
that is present throughout the planet.