Love Is A Second Hand In Motion

James: Or was it…a second hand emotion? Never could figure that out, but either way: what does it got to do with anything? Said no one ever, except Tina Turner. The rest of us know it has everything to do with everything, is what we are only ever seeking in this lifetime and all lifetimes: the fleeting infinitely shaped puzzle piece to unlock our perpetual heart. We find it, drop it, forget we were looking. Or it vanishes in our fingers and we are left with the hope that if it is half as sweet as it felt, it looks for us too. We get to do more than just wait, though; we get to invite it in. That’s what we’ll spend this sit doing: tuning our antennae to receive, noticing signs of softness in our body as openings for its approach.
Even if it is a second-hand emotion.