The Nature of Love

I see gradations of love coming from the mouths and carved in to the minds and false hearts of the sad ones everywhere. And they are sad, no doubt. Even their joys are sad or are shaded by colors of sadness that would eventually follow. Aren't these joys transient? These joys, one supposes can be subject to gradations. But not the true bliss or peace that’s real. And that too seems sure to one now, bliss and peace are one and the same. The emotional overflow of energetic pleasurable feelings that last for a short time is so fragile and inferior when compared to that true and steady feeling of peace that remains and will remain untouched by the mischievous taunts of various stimuli that enter one’s life seen and unseen, announced and unannounced through the various senses. And isn't the objective of joy, stability and peace even when seen through that obsolete vehicle of logic and worldly wisdom? Isn't that what one craves through every action and intentionally oriented, manipulative thought? To be in a state of stability and peace, not from outside but from within. To feel at peace whether a midst the over abundant sights and sounds of a raging concert crowd or on the sandy beaches looking over the unending series of waves that wash over and dissolve on that subtle line where water becomes land.

This bliss comes from knowing and knowing alone. Not of facts or concepts but from the knowing of that truth. The only truth. The form of which can be manifested through the knowledge of smaller realities. Realities of awareness. For example, love is one and all encompassing. It knows no gradations. It is our gross and subtle bodies that attach themselves on to this pure and transcendent feeling giving it many forms, variations and degrees. There is no ‘romantic’ love, ‘respectful’ love, ‘fearful’ love, ‘brotherly’ love and so on and so forth. Love knows no such limitations in its infinitely beautiful and semantically null being. It is a feeling of oneness. A feeling where the manufactured and deceptive ‘I’ ceases to exist and you become one with something other than yourself. It is this same love that one devoid of illusions feels for God. There is no fear or respect or pretentious ‘devotion’. Love takes care of all those details. He is with you, in you, and upon further reflection and realization, is you. So is all that you created in your false consciousness. Everything is you and him. And then there is no duality. Binaries of thought dissolve and there is just one being. No more definitions and categorizing. No more painful intellectual analysis and problem solving. But one eternal, blissful existence that defies descriptive articulation. Is-ness.  Understanding is easy. Knowing is far more difficult. I understand. And still swirling in the churning ocean of binary conflicts,  ‘I’ look to him for a helping hand, which he gives me and points me in the right direction when the pesky assertion of pitiable ego surfaces. My Krishna smiles at me and with effort and focus, one day maybe I shall see him in me and then finally know him. And then there will be I. And bliss. And only love..