What do others think of me?
In the market place of egos,
small hearts, like tight leather purses,
measure out, barter, and trade ever only,
in the scarcity of conditional love.
But who cares, who gives, and who receives love?
The circumference of a skin,
does not delineate the full volume of Self.
No volumes are there to horizonless Being:
none to receive or give more or less Universal Presence’s,
all pervading unconditional love.