Love is as strong as steel, and as delicate as an orchid. Love is tested all the time.
Crushed. stubbed out, discarded, squandered, wasted, drained, and abandoned.
We can reflect love, we can share love, we can accept love, we can give love, but we don’t create it, or determine its destiny.
S. Jones is an electronic music producer, remixer, re editor, essayist, poet, photographer, graphic designer, and loving father who lives in a treehouse at the heart of San Francisco. This is a destination for the musings, various announcements, and the ejected cassettes of his inner workings, and careless reflection.
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Love is limitless, boundless, and always present. We can open our eyes and our hearts and receive it or we can close down, and turn a blind eye to it.
We don’t have the luxury of putting expectations on how love should look, and we can’t make love happen.
We can only be loving, to ourselves, our space and to others, then love can do nothing but return.
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I asked a friend of mine tonight what they thought love was, and without even blinking she said “God.”
I thought that answer checked out pretty well.
To me, love is devotion. Being devoted to another person’s growth is the deepest expression of love another human being has to offer.
But it doesn’t say anything at all about love.
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Can love really be described by words?
And yes, I agree that God is love, but god has many facets.
We try to define love, make it solid. We somehow want to be engulfed by a feeling of bliss, and beauty.
Nice as that is, love is so much more.
I also agree that expressing love is devotion. Devotion to God, to growth, and yes to another, be it a chid, a family member, a lover, the planet.
(Big long pause)
It seems like people sometimes get confused. I get confused.
I have said this before, and It comes from The Course in Miricles, Love brings up anything unlike itself for the purpose of healing and release.
Maybe that is why we resist love. Or try to make it something concrete. Or try to make it happen the way we want it to be.
Can we love enough to let go of the things that keep us trapped?
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Maybe not completely… but we can try. We should try.
I don’t know, I don’t resist love. Knowing I can not create it, or manipulate it is suffering enough for me. I would urge my heart to welcome love, and accept it as a dear, and trusted friend.
Thus my musing about the altruistic love, and all we (and Rumi, Yeats, Keats, Klimt, Marianne Williamson, and Freud) can say about it still doesn’t really scratch the surface of the love that never dies.
Well… sadly, if you are trapped, then I would venture the supposition that it is not love which has you shackled to the floor. Love is not a cage. The only prison I have ever been in is the prison of self. The ego can not love, it is previously occupied like an unfortunate porta-let at a badly planned rave.
Love is wings, love is joy, love is puddle jumping, and happy grins.
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We should always ponder love, of course, and words help to make one clear.
But love is beyond words. It is a deep, rich experience. Yes it is wings, its joy, its flowers its children laughing, it is dancing, it is giving praise to the spirit, it is being with someone who is in pain, and holding them in your heart. Love is acceptance, its grace, its growth.
I wasn’t really saying that we conscously resist love, I too welcome it with all my heart, it is just that as humans, we have these thoughts and ideas of the way things should be. When we have ideas and expectations, we may not see the love that is right in front of our face, and it can fly away to where it will be seen and received, and yes, it is the ego that will resist love, not the heart.
The good news is, love is abundant and there is always more than enough.
About being trapped: No no, It is not the love that makes one trapped, love is free, boyant, flowing. I was not suggesting, in the least, that love was a trap. The trap would be our expectations, and projections, our old wounds and armor. “can we love enough to let go” maybe that is enough of a question.
Sometimes love requires that we let go. What ever that means, that could mean a lot of things.
I really don’t feel trapped these days. I am pretty conscous, but I still get stuck, and I still get confused. Everyone does.
I love deeply, and I try to share my heart as much as I can. Whether its received, I don’t get to decide.
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I like how our conversation has come full circle, back to the initial quote of the post.
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