As Life Is

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      We sat in the greatroom with several others. "I think the truest, deepest love is unbounded," a fellow Zen student said. He was a former post-doctoral mathematician who sat every so often at the Center. "If infinity existed, it wouldn't come close to love." He cradled the cup of green tea in his palms, then took a sip. Rocked back on his zafu, and sighed.
      I smiled. "I know when you're thinking about Sarah."
      Such depths had touched me in college and later after I got married, and still later when my daughter sunshined into the universe. There is still an unfathomable mystery to the endless aspects of love. I think that anything concrete we can say about it is self-contradictory.

As L[if][ov] e Is

With its constellation of possibilities,
the sunshine and shadow of love know no bounds.
Love's heights contradict logic—
transcend the infinity of death.

Love is nature's canvas.
It fulfills a soulfelt need,
though that doesn't lend it reason.

Perhaps there is no more logic to
love than logic to beauty.
Perhaps, in the end, we can only say that
love is as life is.

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Copyright 2001, Gary Kline 430

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.	We sat in the greatroom with several others. "I think the truest, deepest love is unbounded," a fellow Zen student said. He was a former post-doctoral mathematician who sat every so often at the Center. "If infinity existed, it wouldn't come close to love." He cradled the cup of green tea in his palms, then took a sip. Rocked back on his zafu, and sighed. I smiled. "I know when you're thinking about Sarah." Such depths had touched me in college and later after I got married, and still later when my daughter sunshined into the universe. There is still an unfathomable mystery to the endless aspects of love. I think that anything concrete we can say about it is self-contradictory. As L[if][ov] e Is With its constellation of possibilities, the sunshine and shadow of love know no bounds. Love's heights contradict logic— transcend the infinity of death. Love is nature's canvas. It fulfills a soulfelt need, though that doesn't lend it reason. Perhaps there is no more logic to love than logic to beauty. Perhaps, in the end, we can only say that love is as life is.	.