Love is dangerous. Loving is even more

Amusingly, most of us want to fall in love, be loved, dream to have a life of bliss, ecstasy, flowering, innocence, celebration, humor, expansion. Yet for most these are simple empty words – unfulfilled desires mirages that are seldom reality.
Our dreams of being in love, cared do visit us occasionally – and when they arrive, time stands still, we experience flowering, we experience the being in us, the true being, the one which was inside of me from eternity. Yet an uncanny fear is always there in us – will this be there for ever- is this going to be over soon. And that fear constrains us, coils us inward, and we seldom enjoy that experience. In fact our thinking engulfs our experience and the conflict continues.
We want to be in love, be with someone whom we can share – where we can simply be authentic, transparent, nothing to hide, innocent like a child, sensitive like a petal of flower. We wait eagerly, excitedly, for this moment to arrive – in human form. And when we do we are on cloud nine. We simply are overflowing with expansiveness- our face has a smile affixed – we experience togetherness, joining with everyone. Everything is in place and there is place for everything. Nothing bothers me. Experience total connect.

We want to be in love, be with someone whom we can share – where we can simply be authentic, transparent, nothing to hide, innocent like a child, sensitive like a petal of flower

Then my fantasies begin to take shape- I very meticulously start planning with the soul mate all that I had ever desired, aspired.  Grandeur plans are made. Amusingly even detailing of making them happen are done. It’s a complete film – autographed with excellence, where the world is only limited to the two souls – joined till eternity.
My search of celebration has ended – I am sure that I have reached my finality. I am complete- I am bliss, I am fulfillment. I am total and in totality. Anger, hatred, fragmentations and opinions all evaporate.  An experience of abundance across spectrum is my constant companion.
A situation where there is nothing to gain or lose.  Where integrity is the driver- where oneness is the companion, where immersion in each other is the finality. Where the head is held high, where joining and being together for a meaningful purpose is the only goal.  Where a new dawn is breaking.
Where words of wisdom appear reality, where one is celebrating his existence.
Love is the only miracle. It’s the ladder from hell to heaven – if learned well one has learned all. Love missed, I have missed my whole life.  People who ask about God are not in fact asking about God, rather than asking, they are declaring that they have not known what love is. One who knows love has known the beloved; love is the insight into the beloved. One who asks about light simply says that he is blind. One who asks about God simply says his heart hasn’t blossomed into love.
When you are born in love, religion is born in you – and then your life is a melody, a beautiful song. And then you will be surprised that nothing is wrong; all fits seamlessly together.

Love is the only miracle. It’s the ladder from hell to heaven – if learned well one has learned all. Love missed, I have missed my whole life. People who ask about God are not, in fact, asking about God. Rather than asking, they are declaring they have not known what love is

 

Interestingly, while we all wish to experience love, bliss, the reality is otherwise. Right now; nothing fits together, right now you are a mess; right now you are anarchy. Right now, you are just a traffic noise- rushing in all directions, falling apart, disintegrating. Right now, you are nothing but anguish, agony. Once love is born, you have a center. Once love is born, you are centered and everything falls automatically in tune with the center. You become an orchestra, a beautiful harmony. It’s hidden in you, you have brought it into the world, it is yet unmanifest. And in that manifestation would be your prayer.
Love is the whole, the rest is commentary. And what is love- do not do unto others that which you will not like to be done to you- this is the criteria- what so ever you ask for yourself, allow that to others too.  In fact you move a step beyond- you stop desiring for yourself – your prayers are only for the other- you exist not – only the other exists and going one step more – no duality remains. It’s one only – there is no other. And when other is not – comparisons, expectations dissolve.
Then whether that one is with you or not – no effect – you are wishing him/her well. No looking back. No opinions, beliefs and expectations remain. It’s her flowering that matters – it’s not that she needs to flower in my garden. Her being is more valuable – exist not. Severance isn’t there – cause she hasn’t gone. Maybe physically – but her aura is still around. And why can’t I celebrate that oneness- why do I need to have her – why can’t I experience her all around.

Love is the whole, the rest is commentary. And what is love – do not do unto others that which you will not like to be done to you – this is the criteria – what so ever you ask for yourself, allow that to others too

 

One never falls in love – one always rises up in love.  Love is freedom not holding – love is abundance not poverty, love is song, poetry, a celestial dance.
It’s because of freedom that fear exists. If love was also predestined, as life and death are, then there would be no fear. But then there would be no ecstasy either – because ecstasy is possible only when you achieve something, when consciously you choose something, when deliberately you arrive somewhere, when it’s your journey and you aren’t dragged. That’s the beauty of love and that’s the danger too.
I am the pause between two notes
That falls into a real accordance scarce at all
For death’s note tends to dominate
Both though are reconciled
In the dark interval tremblingly
And the song remains immaculate.

Your call now, folks!