The most loving word in the vocabulary is ‘Love’ itself. It creates, it organizes, and it reflects. A lot can be written; a lot can be said; a lot can be expressed. But there is always some ‘thing’ that can’t be described, that can’t be said, that can’t be written.
Like a bumble bee flying from one flower to another
The silky touch of feathers of a flying bird
Phenomenal inspiration from a shining crystal
Feeling relaxed listening to a lullaby
It’s like looking into the eyes of a child who has been born
Getting stunned to see an angel who has arrived from the heavens
Forgetting everything with a gentle touch of the divine mother
Letting the thoughts of everything flip-flop into nowhere
Chasing a unicorn without a purpose
Finding a belly button
To witness the most articulate form of Reality
Without getting discombobulated
Something that makes no sense
Still the source of every wonder
Every flow of breath in the epoch
An epiphany that it’s there
Millions have questioned its existence
A few have realized it to know
There is nothing to question
It’s the love itself, love it or not
You’ve felt it being in a limerence aquiver, a mellifluous ineffable, bombinate petrichor, or an iridescent luminescence of serendipity.
Please don’t waste your time understanding what it was. It was something. You felt it, now, leave it and move forward.
The fools get stuck converting every nonsense into a sensible statement and getting busy proving every rational utterance into a nonsense metaphor.
Well, what can be done?
Everyone has their taste.
Find out what’s yours.
Don’t wait for a syzygy or effervescence.
Find your own ‘eloquence’.
It’s all ephemeral.
Whether you like grandeur or love oblivion, it’s your personal choice.
But don’t waste time being supine chasing the ethereal like a somnambulist.
Defenestrate all that is nefarious and illicit.
Isn’t it sonder and cromulent too?
Often we neglect something more powerful and loving, the art of simplicity.
Love is one of the simplest and most beautiful creations of ‘something’ that is the source of ‘everything’.
Embrace it; you will love it.
And once you fall in love with it, there is no escape; now you don’t need anything because you become limitless, being in love with the infinite.
There is nothing to chase to witness what is right now here at this moment.
The life of a lover is simple. Not a single trace of complexity. It’s a flow, like the air or water, as swift as fire and gentle as a breeze. It’s the way. The way that leads you to your infinite potential, the ephemeral and ethereal Way of the Cosmos that was, is, and will be. You have the potential to realize both its essence, and its nature because you’re THAT.