The Validity of Love

Heart of Little Wild Horse
Heart of Little Wild Horse

I can not count the times I scoffed at such statements as, “the universe is Love,” or that, “all there is, is Love.” Yet, tonight, I find myself writing, “There is only Love.” The difficulty lies in the word “love.” It is as full of pre-conceptions as the word “God.” However, some ears may respond to “love,” but not to “allness,” so it is helpful to explore further. Love is not something we do. To be kind, thoughtful, positive, happy, or caring has nothing to do with Love. It is a feeling which is with us always, but only surfaces when we crack a little at the seams — meaning when we relax our continual guard against the perceived threats of the world. Sometimes it is another person who allows us to feel the love that is always within us. Are we loved by another person, or does that feeling originate within us, available to us at any time, if we let down our guard (ego)? Love is not between two people, because there are not really two people there. There is only Love — an ever-present oneness that has nothing to do with bodies. Search for the essential feeling behind your experience of love — beyond romantic tingles, beyond your concern for other human beings. What is love telling you of your importance and the importance of others? “That the other is more important than me,” you say. Think though, if the other person experiences the same feeling of love as you, then love is saying no one is important. Yet the majority of lovers and poets of all mediums use love to exalt the human condition and glorify our misery. A misery caused by claiming for the transient body a feeling that is eternal and all pervading. “I am in love,” means not that you possess a feeling. It means that you rest in a sea of Love and are like Ramana Maharshi’s salt doll dissolving in the water. Love is the light shining through the spaces between your atoms. Love is the impersonal reality of your Self.

– Shawn Nevins

 

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