Love

What is love when there is nothing to gain, nothing to lose, nothing to hold onto and no one to become?

Not the idea of love.

Not the memory of love.

Not the longing for love.

Just love itself.

We often speak of love as something we find, receive, lose or give away.

But is love a feeling that comes and goes? A relationship? An attachment? A need?

Or is love something far simpler and deeper?

Perhaps love is what remains when the stories fall away.

When there is no identity or image to protect.

No expectation to fulfill.

No demand that life be different than it is.

Not love as possession.

Not love as romance.

Not love as self-improvement.

But love as presence.

As peace.

As acceptance.

The quiet openness that allows everything to be exactly as it is.

A flower doesn't try to love.

The ocean doesn't try to love.

The sun doesn't try to love.

They simply are.

And in their being, there is a natural generosity, a natural giving of themselves.

Can love exist without attachment?

Can love exist without fear?

Can love exist without needing anything in return?

Sit with these questions, not to find an answer, but to discover what reveals itself in the silence and spaciousness between the words.

What does love mean to you in this moment?