Without Knowing<p><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mark-nepo/without-knowing_b_5227426.html?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000592"><img src="http://l1.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/6EWcapFKSyxuGYA2zelW9A--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7Zmk9ZmlsbDtoPTg2O3E9NzU7dz0xMzA-/http://media.zenfs.com/en_us/News/Huffington%20Post/Without_Knowing-ddbc5349dbee0ee2d70c3df71936cd8e" width="130" height="86" alt="Without Knowing" align="left" title="Without Knowing" border="0" /></a>Our first encounters with love shape us and have a lasting impact on how we meet the world. Triggered by a young couple in a café, this poem helped me look back and understand the gift we give each other as we're just beginning to form both inwardly and outwardly. Without Knowing Lifting my second coffee to my lips, I see a young couple near the window. They're falling in love. I can tell by the way he brushes her hair aside, so he can see her face. Before I can sip, there you are, across from me, more than</p><br clear="all"/>
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