Sep 11

Love

I don’t know what love is supposed to be
It’s a promiscuous word that we banter about
“I love You!” and “I love ice cream!”
Even revolutionaries “love” their fight
But love doesn’t seem to be anything like promiscuity
In the instant when the feeling becomes all-out
All encompassing, driving one beyond all the normal destinations
Of our mortal human hearts.

But in that instant, that instant of recognition
When the center of the universe switches sides on us
And rather than being the center itself
We are looking right at it, from without
It’s an ecstatic moment in all its fullness
When we realize that we are looking at our deepest self
When the other is no longer an other
And we are no longer a self, but together
Not as one, but One itself!

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