She bar I she shi man eighteen. What is love? What is love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it? When we find it, we negate it when we set limits on what we believe to be love. Do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand our own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationships. We vary our giving offen by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love? I recently overheard someone say in a conversation, but there is no such thing as unconditional love.
The I would have to agree, although for different reasons, love within itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love a learning to get us near to the one true knowing of love. It maybe honorable, well intentioned, passionate, and desiring, courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily, it may not have been loved at all. Love cannot be sorted and often fall short of what we hope love will be. This is where we learn we are human love has been experienced as having a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being the very notes of a song,uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced as the final act of giving one's life for another in battle. Uh, love has been experienced as choosing to give new life to another love has been experienced as an endless, passionate overflowemotion in the arms of waiting lover. What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its expression for others? Because we fear what our own expressions will bring. Are we not denying our creator?
Every time we deny the expression of love lost, empty, alone, and searching as individuals who have experienced separation or divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death. The separation can be the most traumatic experience. We live through the heart wrenching pain that seems to never really go away, enormous waves that hit us daily the time we hit the wall. Right after a strong and uplifting experience reminds us that we are learning, we are learning about strength, passion for own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs about our loyalty to who we are, uncertainty about our own genuine us. We search for that day when love will come again, we search everywhere every day, almost every hour. It has been said for centuries, love is where the eyes meet with passion for the eyes cannot hide what the heart feels. So we have learned to look outward for this eternal love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. perhaps that is why we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow. When a love affair fails. It is at that moment that we realized we did not fail. The other person we expressed love to, but we have somehow not fulfilled ourselves. Once again, we combat failure with a misunderstood unfilled promise. We lose it, not knowing if we will ever find it again. The emotion tides lift and fall, crash and settled, then lift again, no one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth.
It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds that will blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that we find the love that binds us together with every other being that surrounds us on the planet.Eventually we find the sun still rises to meet in the morning, and the stars continue to show us the way. Each night, the rivers still flow downstream into oceans. That will never turn them away. The trees still reach upward every day, raising the god that made them. We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all. Uh, what if you woke up one morning and realized you are the only person left on the face of the earth? Who would you love? Why do we wait so long to start the journey that begins in the same place? It ends love in all its end. Listeners unbound and failed definitions are this experience. Love doesn't ask why it doesn't come, it doesn't go. It just is. It is not only in our hands. It is our hands. It isn't only in our heart. It is what makes our heart beat. Every beat it wraps itself around us. So securely that all we need to do to survive against all odds is to recognize it is the very breath we just drew. And the last breath we just let go.