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Started to write you last night and my computer did the blue screen dance. Don't you feel special?

Took it as a sign. Unplugged literally and figuratively.

As for the opposite of love is love thing, I think you nailed it. Whether or not you agree w/it though, that's a different story. Such is the beauty of free will and free floating opinion/s.

Maybe I was trying to be more Zen about it...they just see the "is" of everything. Maybe I'm using the idea of love as shorthand for that "isness" deal. Never had too much acquaintance with hardcore Zen texts, but listened to and read quite a bit of Alan Watts' stuff. His ideas and balance and acceptance amaze me. I am sure he tripped up and/or tripped out sometimes, that's what we do. Just the idea of the practice enthralls me, and seeing/noting/noticing the actual progress, not only just talking about it.

As for complaining, I was trying to say that people who complain may not know that they can have more/have things be the way they want to, and get stuck in that tape loop. At least that was the case for me when I used to do it hardcore. I think my cycle used to be complain-prone talk/behavior...then I had a complete shut-down. I've found now, though, that I am opening up again I don't complain so much as I've broken that habit, but still have those "can't have/don't deserve" lies I have to change. WANT to change. It's been interesting to think about (or as Zen-kids might say "observe").

You asked "Are you sure "love" is what you mean? Or am I on the wrong track entirely?" Maybe love is too strong a word. It's a trigger word and it has a zillion meanings. My Sense about it might not be someone else's. Hm...

Novel take on the poem front. And thanks for explaining it to me, Luv.
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