I gladly give up the sweetest tastes of flesh, as all I have indulged in and with gluttony savored and whether they are honeyed lips or candied treat, they must be always followed by an equal dose of bitter you must swallow, in the form of hardened fist or fatal disease, give me please instead the state of LOVE’s peace that lies and is the truth between; yes, that is how I choose in still, silent, humility for eternity to be…

I am all I am because I think I am, but I am LOVE not because I think I LOVE or because LOVE needs a me to LOVE or be loved, I am LOVE because without or with a me thinking I am, LOVE is all that is, infinitely, Infinity…