How many times I spoke about love?
How many times I found myself pretending to know what love is?
This early morning I went up to the upper city, the old one. While climbing I merged with the stones under my feet, with the few trees’ chimes peeking out. I kept connected with my breath, heavily. I strongly felt weak, breathing harshly. Stayed there. I knelt on the ground, felt the wholeness of the earth including some dogs’ pee. That’s it. I kept walking.
A question landed in my head, simple and clear:
what is love? What is love to me?
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒?
A spiral of many different shapes, flavours and thoughts formed around my innerself.
Love is connection, it is a need, a urge, it is the primordial instinct to live and create.
It is a selfish move to receive back , it is a way to melt with somebody till the very end, till the moment you forget yourself, lose yourself.
It is empathy, it is a tool to reach the awakening, it is a channel allowing self transofrmation. Is it? What else?
While I was dancing into all of this, I needed to take a break. To repeat the question and to spread it, to share it with other creatures, speaking and leastening from the heart.
The more I looked for something where to put love or where to classify it the more I felt it was unappropriate.
Anything coming up to me was a potential part of a binomium, a clear polarity.
A vision, after lunch – probably supported by the lovely salad I had – landed.
Love can’t be addressed as a potential duality, a potential polarity.
Love is the source.
Love is the place where everything comes from and where everything goes back to.
Love is the life force passing all through; freely and perpetually flowing inside everything.
Love is the source everyone has as a birthright. It comes before, long before, and after polarities.
It is where polarities unites, where the dance in between finds its place to stay.
Blessed by the eternal opportunity in doubting,
may my thoughts be shared, argued and be an inspiration.
(hand written on my own journal, 5th of June 2025)