Everyday we are given something new, yet it is not ours to keep.
It is like standing on the beach and admiring the sun as it drops below the horizon.
It simultaneously belongs to you, me, and no one at all.
The deepest passion, the deepest love arises from this.
We remain open to the new and the spontaneous because we cling to nothing.
When I want nothing from another, and they have nothing to give, we are in harmony. She becomes the sun resting above the ocean and I the onlooker.
As for those I truly care for and everything I love, I have no control over them.
For if I did they would cease to exist.