I find it hard to believe. So I don't. I mark my progress by subtraction,
believing in less and less. If you believe in me, you will be disappointed.
Love is my heart's pledge not to be believe in you. It is enough just to be
open to whoever you are in this moment.
The truth is, I find people who believe to be very dangerous. And I am
beginning to suspect that the happiest people don't believe in anything.
They just marvel at this swirl of hollows, ever open and response-able.
(Photo: Cross section of a flower ovary)