I love you, not knowing how or why, or from where or for how long, or where from or where to, aimlessly.

I love you without guarantees or alibis.

I love you without seeking, without asking, without judging, without clutching, and I’m not looking for anything back.

I love you plane, straight, and true.

I love you, in solid grit and airy grace, in ebb and flow, more than I may ever know.

I love you in plane field, all lines, and into the point where my being meets nothingness, and then I love you in the flow of bubbling foaming nothingness.

I love you plane, straight, and true.

I love you in all colors and in darkness, in all sound, in quantum and waveform, in being and nothingness.

I love you as only I can, in the formless and the formal, in my waking and abnormal, through the magic, myth and madness, and everywhere within and between, and even beyond the point where epistemology meets theology.

I love you plane, straight, and true.

I love you from source to sky, from birth to death, in ever media, in neon, and frequency modulation in manifold orchestration.

I love you in time and late, and in timelessness. 

I love you through black holes and photons, and quasars and muons. 

I love you blindly, wildly, cooly, madly, easily, fluidly, gracefully, gladly.

I love you plane, straight and true.

I love you, in quark, spin, and charm, and in gravity. 

I love you forcefully, gently,  brightly, dimly, loudly, quietly, sweetly, harshly, quickly, slowly, blithely, crudely, poorly, badly, simply, sadly, longingly. 

I love you plane, straight, and true.

I love you for yourselves, for my selves and in spite of myself; or maybe I’m just kidding myself.

And my God reminded me:   She’s just one manifestation Mark. 

How would you like to love everyone and everything that way and more?