Love Is.

(Sequel to "Bounded By Detachment")

If you asked me years ago on what Love is, I would’ve said…

“Love is a choice. Love is sacrifice. Love is putting another’s needs above your own. Love is duty, a service, the giving of oneself.”

If you asked me months ago, I would’ve said…

“Love is freedom from attachment. To accept things as they are. To be without need. To walk with No-Self.”

If you asked me today, I would say…

I’m unsure. I don’t know what Love is.

When asked the question, words appear. Mind casting spells to describe it.

But that's all it can ever do, describe It. Poorly.

Such weak tools, words are. Such faulty words, thoughts are.

I don’t know what Love is. All I know is I feel and come from It.

I know This because of The Feeling.

The Feeling I feel when I watch and hold my niece. The Feeling I feel when I laugh and learn with my nephew.

The Feeling I feel that cools the hot and warms the cold—the perfect temperature.

The Feeling I feel when all energy, including anger, is channeled perfectly.

The Feeling I feel when my family’s presence is an embrace within itself.

The Feeling I feel when a conversation transforms into connection. In turn, reflection. Here, the dance of wonder takes its first steps.

The Feeling to feel. Period.

But does The World need Love?

No.

The World was born from destruction, violence, and chaos. It thrives from war, conflict, and ruin.

Survival of the fittest. Winners and losers. Kill or be killed. Despite what many may think, The World is just and fair. But it is not loving.

“Love has never been a popular movement.” — James Baldwin. It never was and it never will be. But it does last.

How? We're evidence of it.

Though our primal demons shackle us, there is "something" within that wants to free, reach, and touch all things timeless.

Divinity, Beauty, Art? Perhaps, they all come from That.

That which cannot be properly named..."Love", the closest word.

I don't know what Love is, but I do know it only comes from us.

As long as Humanity exists, so too its greatest Fruit. Nothing is beautiful unless we deem it so. Divinity can’t exist unless we call upon it.

Divinity is our epitome. Beauty is our flowering. Love, beyond words.

I don't know what Love is, but I know It's Here and everlasting.

Here, Love is around and within me. I feel It to be true. I see It to be true. I know It to be true.

The World may lack Love, but I do not. The World may reject Love, but I will not. For Love is of me and I am of It.

But I do not want to speak like a saint nor do I want to walk like a devil. I want to Live as a Human.

Being, my highest aim.

I invite Wrath, Envy, and all other deadly guests. I welcome Ego. Under its pseudonym, “Pride”, the voice sings:

"I possess the DNA of angels who see things as they are. Clear, freed from illusion and story.

I am fueled by the blood of royals who aimed and claimed all they sought—victory.

Simmering, simmering, simmering, bring all to a boil.

Rage, rage from the intenseness of Essence, free from toil.

Fly towards the grounds of heaven, sprinkled with God.

Love, His flower. Truth, His soil."

If "the name of God is Truth" then Love is His last name.

Am I one to deliver it? I want to.

Am I able to gift it? I need to. Nothing else I’ve sought is worthwhile.

“I want to perform my function.” An aim I’ve had since high school. But it seems my vision became blurry in later years.

Aimless of purpose, wandered and thirsted in the desert of meaning.

In leaving youth, a question shot my being.

“When did I become so bitter?”

The bullet went through one side and out the other, my eyes opened and my heart bled. Bitterness died.

As its Life ended, I thought of mine.

I never want to die bitter. Because that would mean dying twice, once by Nature‘s hand and my own.

Too often, I felt emptiness, and too far I traveled to fill it.

Seeing now, it wasn’t emptiness at all.

Not a need to be filled, but a Desire to pour out.

Not chasing towards, but moving from. Not a destination, but Source.

Yesterday, a void. Today, a void now voided.

A circular journey now realized, I rest in.

No need to question Love, for answers arrive from It.

“What is Love?” Why define it? Divine it.

I See.

A child’s purpose is to be loved. An adult’s purpose is to love.

A child, not loved, dies. An adult who does not love, does not live.

Dare I say, I know my purpose now. The sole purpose of my soul’s purpose.

The World will always be starved of Love. Still, I want to take part in gifting it. Not in the kumbaya sense, but in a truthful sense. Not love of outcome, but Love coming out. Not to do things to be loved, but to be Love and do things.

While All falls into temporary, only Love reigns eternal.

This, I solemnly swear.

Stillness, I will move from It. Mistaken, I will return to It. Ever after, I will live as It.

Thus Spoke The Loving One,

You are Love. To Love you have returned.

“And this I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge (Understanding) and in all judgment (Wisdom);

That ye may approve all things that are excellent (True), that ye may be sincere and (Pure) without offense till the day of Christ (Self-Realization);

Being filled with the fruits of righteousness (Sincerity), which are by Jesus Christ (Love), unto the glory and praise of God (Truth).”

- Philippians 1:9-11, KJV (Jacob Acosta Translation/Edit)