Love and all it is

Love is the simplest thing in the world yet, the hardest to understand for it is unbounded, universal, timeless. It is so simple it pervades all things, the building blocks of life itself are bound by it. It is the thread that runs through all, everywhere, at all times.

How can something so large be grasped by a limited mind, how can one possibly think that it can understand what it can be? A limited mind must instead box it, label it, limit it to be absorbable into its folds. It cannot let it be for to do so means to accept the unknowable for what it is.

Love has been changed to be possessive, you love me, I love you but how can the unlimited have an end, ho can one fall out of what is always there? That is not love, that is conditional.

I will love you as long as you act the way I expect from you, the way I want you to, the way that makes me feel good about myself. Do not change, for change is unacceptable to me, change is unlovable.

Conditions met or unmet do not shift love as it is unmovable for it moves with all movement. There is no distinction between it and anything else, it cannot be separated, dissected or destroyed no matter the attempts. It is not a concept of the mind, it is the condition of reality itself. Not believing changes nothing, there is no choice in the matter, no matter how one thinks or feels.

Does this go against your concepts of love? Did you think that your true love was yours? Did you realise that your understanding was equivalent to hoarding fool's gold believing yourself to be wealthy?

Most probably you believe me to be wrong and you to be right. You will proclaim I know love! yet feel cold and empty inside. That feeling is not reality, that is the construction of your mind, a veil of illusion and delusion that hides what is true from sight. A lie you tell yourself for you fear the endless expanse that is laid out in front of you. You embrace the ground you stand on instead of choosing to fly, swim and run free.

So many suffering at their own hands all because they are unwilling to let go of their beliefs, release the expectations they have of how they know it should be. The truth does not care for belief, it is not mutable, it is singular, constant, there is no other version of truth. This is hard to come to terms with, especially when what you believe to be true is not what you experience.

You think that the world is wrong, that life made the mistake. There is no mistake in reality for a mistake would indicate choice, but these options do not exist. There is truth and there is nothing. But nothing does not exist except in concept for there is always something, even if it appears to be a void a vacuum where nothing resides.

Around and around in circles of beliefs, shifting and changing as the tides come and go. Each person, each group, each generation, each civilisation thinking that they have got it worked out at last, that they finally know. They all think they have found love and captured it for their own pleasure.

Love cannot be captured for it is both the butterfly and the net, the spider and the jar. What they think they hold is only a drop of the reality so big it is all that it can be, all that can ever be. To understand is to know all there is to know.

Are these concepts hard to grasp? Why so? Who do you think you are talking to here? I am but a mirror.

Taraz
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