Do I have to like my neighbor? No.
Do I have to love my neighbor? Yes.
How can that be?
To like your neighbor is to enjoy your time with her.
To love your neighbor is to recognize her as another part of the wholeness we all are -- regardless of whether you like her or can't stand her.
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Here's an OLD one:
Misterioso
after Monk
The mystery of you
I forget the color of your eyes
I forget the color of your hair
I forget the color of your skin
The mystery of you
I can smell your body in the room
I can feel my way in the dark
Everything seems so familiar
The mystery of you
Is it vermillion or is it rouge
It it passion or is it calculation
You keep changing your mind
The mystery of you
I am picking up after you
Silk shoes everywhere
Mascara and tweezers
The mystery of you
This drizzle of mist
What is it hiding
This sudden sunshine
The mystery of you
Just out of reach
I love your laughter
Blind man's bluff
The mystery of you
Hydrogen in the atom
A perfect vacuum
Whatever I wanted
How lovely, how lonely
This mystery of you
This evasive tactic
In prenuptial warfare
The mystery of you
Did you ever have a name
That you would answer to
That would fit inside these clothes
The mystery of you
So many questions to ask
But this silence, is it indifference
Or bashful shyness
The mystery of you
Never a dull minute
Trying to unravel you
And always coming up short
Always coming up empty-handed
Now it's here, now it's there
Now it's everywhere
The mystery of you
{10 March 04 Disposable Poem]
I think that was very well stated, HK. There are a lot of people I don't particularly like, but there is no one that I hate.
well said.
Zhao HHXP/4a
Thanks to you all.
I'm glad you like what I wrote, but the writing is easy. The doing is harder.
Wish me luck.
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