gives me a bit sorry when I see those lovebirds who say love, but afraid to take her hand in public. That love and passion are private things, they say, of privacy. May the love and affection is not for public display. No kiss on the cheek, or a smile well planted.
The effect is especially terrible when individuals of the couple I'm seeing are able to show more affection to other people than those who profess to love.
who are afraid to love openly, it seems. They are embarrassed to be seen so silly, as you can make a delicious delirium. What nonsense.
"Twenty monks and a nun named Eshun were practicing meditation with a Zen master
Eshun was very pretty though his head was shaved and a dress simple. Several monks secretly fell in love with her. One of them wrote a love letter in which he insisted that they look at themselves.
Eshun did not reply. The next day the teacher gave a talk to the group and when there finished Eshun arose. Addressing the letter to him, he said: "If you really love me, come and hold me now .- " Nothing Sacred, page 23.
Sea love, perhaps the best furnished commonplace. And take off your hat.
