how do you love a universe?
it is a strange and mysterious thing to
be in relationship with an ambiguous universe which
neither loves nor hates me but which
today upholds me and will someday
consume me again.
awash in the illusion of separate being,
I rise again and again and open my eyes to the light, I
open my life to whatever may be, and
I vow once again to find peace in my existence as it is,
not as I wish it to be.