Another Post on Love

Love is the least understood emotion.

There are many things love isn’t but is often said to be—possession being high on that list—but not a lot of information on what love is. I can’t say I’m 100% on what it is, but I know this: just as divinity is everywhere, so is love.

Early in the process of moving into this house, I had a particularly messy confrontation with Anaisa. I could spend the rest of my life praising Anaisa and it wouldn’t begin to cover my gratitude.

Sparing the details, she told me she was sick of my self-pity, my apathy, and my refusal to be honest with myself and others. I was drunk as hell at the time, and we were talking about my life. She told me she was tired of the way I was living, and that she intended to get rid of my old life. I forget exactly how it came up, but she asked me what I see.

I said I saw love, and that she could kill me off. I was sick to death of my old life.

See, love sees you. Love sees you exactly as you are, without even the hint of a fig leaf.

Love has neither shame nor guilt. Love can have no offense.

Love is why you are here, in this life. Love is what motivates us, what provides the energy for breath in us, what birthed the shadow of the divine in us.

Love destroys—love destroys our illusions. The love of the divine is what kills us, graduating us from life to life, from lesson to lesson, leaving behind the things which we are convinced separate us from love.

It is love which pulls us on, the divine seeking to rejoin itself.

It is love which created all things, and to love they return. You will never be separate from love. You have never been separate from love, no matter what you think.

Love is the nature of the divine. We swim in love as in an endless ocean.

This much I know.