One must bear in mind the odd angles that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine. It is in the nature of love that we are here to love without condition. But the reality is that conditional love runs rampant, rearing its ugly head on those relationships we hold so dear. The effects of conditional love have become so distorted that the flesh takes flamboyant turns in the direction of that which lay behind us. It has become plain as day to me that most all of us compare today to tomorrow with that which happened yesterday.
In the deformity of loving with conditions, unconditional love is suppressed and the soul is left powerless. Therefore conditional love will not let us alone from suffering. But if you see the purity of love for what it is worth, you begin to understand that we owe our entire existence to unconditional love, because unconditional love is indeed the settled debt of the soul. Once that debt is settled, suffering sees itself away from the heart.
My whole being has long applauded the idea of unconditional love. Though I haven’t always been one to practice unconditional love because of the conditions that I myself have bound to love. I have often obligated it to my own attachment with the expectations of what I believed love should be. It is in my opinion that this has always been wrong.
It is unfortunate that it took me this long to finally figure it all out. But it is better to have learned late than to have not learned at all. The only way I came to understand this was by making it a priority to love myself without conditions. It was tough to achieve, especially in the struggles of finally putting the ego to rest. But it did happen through extended contemplation and in the due process of rewiring my heart with my soul. All of this has helped me to see what unconditional love truly is with a newfound intensity. You see unconditional love is as light as it is heavy, which holds steady with an all around balance.
It Is What It Is
Pure love—unconditional love—is the poetry of life. A poet will come to understand that there is nothing of value without love and of course death—more on death down the road. For this post I wish to keep these words somewhat aligned with that of jubilation and joy. See without love, there are no lessons. Without love there is no darkness for the diamond in the rough to shine.
Today’s culture is quick to throw love off the cliffs of belief into the icy waters of doubt far below. For not only are they scared, but they lack the patience to see love for what it’s truly worth. Which I have come to find is both timeless and priceless. There is no fear in love. Pure love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made pure in love.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:7
This world has become for the most part soul-less. Though there is an awakening of sorts happening amongst us, this too shall be discussed later on down the line. The world nowadays with its “tinder” love and don’t care mentality emboldens a quicker, thrashing about to find a swift spark to bargain with someone that burns forever in the now. But the miracle of love we seek takes time: time to find it, time to nurture it, and then time to bring it to life. After all, lust is just a maze, in which love can’t find its way.
The modern ways in which we seek love have become conditioned to that of perpetual motion. When in fact the purity of love is perpetuity in itself, carried by the notion of chivalry. There is no surprise in the fact that all of us wanting to love become confused and anxious, while dancing with the madness of conditional love, unable to stop the frantic jig, while spinning past the things we, in the deepest part of our souls cherish the most. But I quit spinning a couple of years ago. Please bear in mind this does not mean that I am not spun. There’s that double negative again;)
Though there is a way, a better way, which takes into account that of human error. Our fears, our quirky behavior, our atrocities that shadow our eccentricities, they are very much held accountable. And it just so happens, in the cycle of individuation, we are guaranteed to stumble upon something that points in the direction of said way…
This path I have long walked has forever been riddled with the roots of love. It is just ahead through the canopy of this forest, a subtle sign from heaven above seeps through showing the way. A long lance of sunlight lights my longing for this world to see the truth of unconditional love. But first I must fully feel the truth of it myself for myself. I slow my steps, careful not to trip over my own two feet until I come to a stand still. Though it is in no way that I am guaranteed not to fall—yet these words they are certain to spill.
A Sense Of Bliss
This stillness, the solemnity that broods in these woods, it sparks a sense of loneliness as it tells itself upon my spirit. But it is in spirit that I have found happiness in this solitude, and this is where I found bliss on the way through to You. The loneliness that has often simmered in the silence of my mind has given me something I thought I would never find, that being You. This is You moving through me, is it not?
My soul shivers more often that not with Your intent nowadays. While my hopes and dreams, they bend toward Your light. This light looks to promise growth in the warmth of Your love. It satisfies my desire to feel the love I need, the love of You. It is true, this light, Your warm-heartedness alone seems to speak directly to my spirit with hints of something that will always fill my heart with a sensibility that is forever unconditional.
You are the soul of the soul of the universe, and your name is Love.
I feel a love within myself growing in the depths of redemption with You. It is the unwavering love that we have all cherished from those who have perished upon Your Heaven above. It’s unconditional in every sense of Your word. It is pure, it is clean, it is angelic, and in Your nature it will forever be illuminating. And yes, I do have so much more to say, but let us save it for a rainy day. You see, it is true, rain—has always assumed growth.
See you all soon.