Love – The Magic Of Simplicity

We live our lives in a permanent rush. We keep inside “synthesis” of experiences that we had. We keep past loves, victories as well as defeats. But when we think of love everything is seen in a totally different light, more alive, special, and mysterious.

It is possible that we do not remember what we did three years ago or on January 7. But if it is the day when you saw him for the first time or the day that he told you he wanted you to be together, it is all coming back to you and you keep on smiling about some details that that day seemed to be amazing.

If you experienced a profound love story there is no doubt that you were beautiful and strong, that you thought that you had something special decided for you by your fate. After a while, after your love passed over your field of lust and you put aside whatever was needed to be put aside, you found yourself stronger, though apparently without something or somebody to lean on. And your love became more intense, more conscious, and even larger.

Love is constructive and creative; she unites and lifts you up. It’s a regenerating principle, a substance that turns everyone who’s blaze and lonely. Masterpieces, poems, inspiring music, they all have in their composition something – love. And so do we.

Love is real, as real as we are. It’s not a sterile concept but a magic of all our being. The moment that not even a blade is an accident, if someone loves you, you should take that into consideration. Because we exist for proving that there is love on Earth.

It’s the easiest thing to be transformed because of love. It is the only standard that everything else should be measured by. Shared love is the meaning of our existence, in infinity of shapes and shades.

Loving is the easiest thing to do because it is the most natural. You almost do not have to do anything else. Everyone needs to love even before he loves somebody or something. Sooner or later you will find someone to respond to your feeling.

Love makes people search for their soul mate; to make all their dreams come true. It makes you want to know yourself. If you feel that you do not love any more that is because you never did or that you stopped looking inside yourself, where there is still love. Love knows that what is inside your mind can be changed or forgotten, so lost. When love is the one that always makes you triumphant.

Love simply is. We are the ones who feel it through the person that we love, through the moments of happiness. It doesn’t need all those. Love does not rule and does not to be ruled. Love doesn’t ask, it gives. It’s a divine simplicity.

Love is the reflection of divine love on Earth. That is why it hasn’t boundaries or limits. If there is love, it is everywhere. And if there is love, it is forever.
Let’s meditate together on the profound love as Kahlil Gibran revealed it in his famous writing “Prophet”:

“When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips”

Artwork courtesy of and copyright by Daniel B. Holeman at Awaken Visions Galleries.