Love is perhaps the most (ab)used word in the dictionary. Sometimes the most (a)voided and (ab)stained word, perhaps, too.
With some of the recent posts having mentioned this word, I thought it may be a good idea to try and see if I could share some of my realizations from experiments with and experiencing of love, just in case it provides some direction.
I will try to stay away from some of oft-heard profound expressions of love. Lest they are dismissed as "not-meant-for-us" "philosophy".
To me love, at its most basic level of manifestation, is the way to individualization. The energy which brings together the two parts of ourselves - the man & the woman - together to a unified whole.
At another level is dissolves the illusive physical boundaries to include others in ones own existence.
And finally, it is the energy that propels one to a state of absolute bliss as one transcends the physicality and emotionality of love to reach ones abode - a state of conscious awareness.
Intense love leaves no space for shame, guilt, condemnation or any of such fear-led emotions. It is about respecting ones freedom to be and let the other be - or even not to be. It is being released from the pressures to become and expectations of the other to become. It is being rendered to a state of surrendered existence. A state of humble spontaneity. A state of a magical presence, often awe-inspiring for others.
The oft understood implication of love has a lot to do with 'doing' something. Maybe, that's how the journey starts. However, it is being 'total' in the doing including being 'total' with ones inability to be 'total'.
The power of love makes a tiger and a sheep drink from the same pond. It makes co-existence of diverse and disparate entities possible.
Finally, it is about being loose and natural. Being at ease, even with ones dis-ease.
To conclude, let me offer a poem that I had written on my love :
My love is like the Sun
My love is like the Sun
It shines, on all
Making no
Differences
It is nourishing
Life-giving for some
And scorching, burning
For some others
The glare can be blinding
For some who
Experience it
Through its reflection
Those caught
In the paradox
Of the day and night
Are intrigued
By it’s illusory absence
When they move
To the ‘other’ side of
Life
My love is like the Sun
It shines, on all
Born out of the fire
Eternally burning
In my heart
May, 2006, Bangalore
1 comment:
I find these lines of Kahlil Gibran very interesting, though I donot have a good understanding of love.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
Think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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