21. What Is Love?

What is love
Anyways?

Is it the fire in the heart?
The flame that engulfs?
The entangled longing?
The ablazed yearning?
The wanting mind?
The “owner”?
Craving?

Or simply...
The water that cools the fire?
The soothing liquid?
Free-flowing?
Without opposition?
The tears that rain,
Embracing all?
Fearlessly yielding?
Accepting of change?
Gentle to adversity?
Healing?

Take a moment
To breathe
Gather space

Prepare
To peel all the layers
The conditioning,
The un-lovingness,
The bias,
The judgements,
The right,
The wrong.
All the walls.

Perhaps
Love is
Nameless,
Undefinable,
Limitless,
No-thing
Yet
Love is
Every-thing
Love is
Love
…
.

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