Love is blurred boundaries, revealing secret bidirectional paths to inner meaning and outer comprehension of another, creating a collective being, but only, perhaps, when it’s very good.

It’s opening to suffering by discarding fear, all too often foolishly.

It’s yielding to the fear of loneliness only to find, all too frequently, much greater loneliness, but in the midst of loneliness, sometimes something very precious.

Is it to be avoided or sought?  The answer, of course, could be nothing else: yes.

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved