It is safe to say that Love has come in a form that I can recognize, something felt and dense to the senses, something uneasy, cumbersome, something to play with, some form of dreaming. A form of man, chiseled like the sun, radiant, yet virgin-like & holy. Love; the Universal Divine Teacher...reminding me that I never knew how to love; that to love- is extremely humbling and a Universal service, one which takes mastery of the selfless service nature. One that mystifies the idea of identity, and radically challenges the form of belonging. To Love is rather a "light" term for "Total Devotion to G-d," and his many myriad forms, even those mirroring illusions of being. Now I understand what 'they' mean by the saying, "You can't Love someone, until you Love yourself." For if my total other is my self, I will never totally comprehend that Love of being, until I selflessly, accept all aspects of denseness, those unworthy of compassion, and give over completely, my total devotion to the Union, which is healing all fragments of self, all perfect in their misplacement.
Love as prayer, meditation, or blessing...
Love as the Cosmic Symbiosis.
Love as Mystery.
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