What Is Love?

Love may be the only logical meaning to a human life, since everything a person experiences from birth to death shifts into its opposite in a fleeting frame of time. With it everything becomes significant and without it nothing really matters very much.

Think about it; nothing lasts very long; no eternal rhythm holds anyone in its melody for longer than the blink of the eye of the Universe. Yet in this hologram, we call the Self, and in its reflection, we call the World, the Self creating a World as will and idea, we seek meaning. This meaning is feeling an intrinsic connection with all fluctuations in consciousness, with everyone and everything.

Youth, beauty, romance, wealth, and fame are the vain games of the ego, its desperate attempt to be more than a chance encounter with time, space, dream, and destiny. Those who achieve more than a few of these gifts of life are considered blessed beyond measure, but when you encounter them, either vicariously or in person, they do not seem to be more than momentarily happy.

After the fling of youthful exuberance, romance shows like a rose in the morning only to wither in the evening. It is an illusion that fades into oblivion. Like a fetching woman, like a graceful man, like a ray of sunshine, romance is an illusion that fades over the course of a day or a lifetime, fading into the quickening shadows of its own sunset.

Again, after much suffering and learning, wealth is possible, and with it fame, an acknowledgment by others that you have paid your dues and are worthy of some admiration. Yet where is Caesar’s wealth today, the plunder of empires, the glory of those distant days? All has faded away, revealing itself for the illusion it had always been.

Add spontaneous and unconditional caring to the equation of a human life and suddenly it all makes sense. It does not matter if it is all evanescent. A moment of sincere affection, for whatever reason, in any part of a person’s life is a drop of eternity. A moment of kindness displayed makes people and things holy.

In the course of a human life, love can come at any time--or never ever show at all. If it does show it comes as a happiness that is deep and penetrates the yearning of the soul. If it does not show, a person lives in an apathy that reflects the shallow surfaces and aspirations of a fickle mind.

Anything other than a profound appreciation for someone or something is a missing pulse in the rhythm of a life. This appreciation is not the glib motion of a social acknowledgment, an ephemeral gratitude that does not touch the heart, only the lips. No, love is something else entirely, a fullness that comes from that profound appreciation that births a splendor that cannot be captured in words, poetic or otherwise.

When you care deeply about something, you wish to participate in everything about it. When you care deeply for somebody, you wish them every happiness that is possible for them to experience.

Love is brave and kind; it is neither weak of will nor selfish of purpose. It asks for nothing, hoping only to give everything. Yet it alone is the illumination that makes beauty beautiful, wisdom wise, and happiness a moment out of time.

Those who can learn to live from their hearts, even in small pockets, hold miracles in their hands, the miracle of how to live in the fullness of a moment. Saints levitate because they are light-hearted. These things happen when a person learns to worship life itself without apology.

Love is the fullness of life in the moment; it is embracing everything, making it beautiful and whole; it is the transformation of life into meaning, laughter into music, and the ordinary into the divine.

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