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The one you love is always the one who loves you.

Your thinking is always—someone else thinking inside of you.

And that’s what love is. Love is desire. Desire is, and already is, what you do.

Did I just do that? did I just think that? you say.

Yes you did. And what you did a long time ago is what you are and exactly who you are today.

Things change outside, but you don’t change. You are

Not the light that flickers. The flickering light is not the star.

The flickering lights are not what you love, or will ever know.

That’s right. Look.  The curving sunlight is moving.  Into the shoot you go.

You are the universe trying to get into something very small.

Here comes your lover. The uncanny face. And you are not exactly sure—are you?—exactly how tall.




  1. oldhuang said,

    January 12, 2017 at 3:46 am

    It is a very nice poem. But there are so many who do not (really or unwillingly) know they are loved by others somewhere in the world.

    • Mr. Woo said,

      February 11, 2017 at 11:41 pm

      Yes oldhuang, many people do not know, or do not want to let their knowledge of it really touch them, because…what would happen then? What is going to happen to me?

      It is a beautiful, playfully affirming poem. Perhaps the world, the universe really is romancing us, ripening us for…

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