I like this very much, Leafy.
Let it be the love of life. That is the power of our choice, right? Like Frankl. Let it be the love of life. Let that be the choice.
Narcissistic: I have posted this before, but I read somewhere that narcissism is an unrequited love affair with the self. That word, unrequited, speaks to the desperate aloneness of the sufferer.
The all-embracing love
endless possibilities
Remember that old show starring Keith Carradine? He was a Shaolin monk. He wandered the world with nothing. Maybe, that is what it is, to be present in the moment; to be in the Now.
That is what this poetry has me thinking about, this morning.
I love martial arts philosophy. Did you know that, Leafy?
I took a class last summer after some years away. There were children in the class. A nine year old brat boy popped me repeatedly in the ribs. I dropped the class. One should not be teaching nine year old boys to pop grandmothers in the ribs.
I could have used my longer legs to kick brat boy in the pants, but I didn't.
I may discuss that concept with that instructor at some point. Little boys should not be giving grandmothers rib chops. It's rude, and a moral wrongness.
Cedar
