“If you really love a person,
you give them infinite space.
Your very being is just a space for them to grow in, to grow with.
The mind interferes and tries to possess the person, then love is destroyed.”
“Truth can only come to the mind that is empty of the known.”
Who are you? reflecting a mirror upon an empty “who am I?”
Making the lines falter, the boundaries held in my eyes?
What does it take to trust another, to take them in as I?
One to cross over, beyond entangling lies
Who are you to reminder, that upon which I strive
beyond what i think, yet know;
what it to be alive