Every authentic spiritual master, no matter what part of the he came from, talked about the significance of love, the purity of love, the sacredness of love.
“True love comes from Understanding.” - Buddha.
“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called Love….. you will discover that for you the world is transformed.” - J. Krishnamurti.
“There comes a time when nothing is meaningful except surrendering to love.” - Rumi.
They have gone as far as to say that Love is God, and God is Love,
“He who does not know Love, does not know God, for God is Love.” - John the Apostle.
“Only the one who is absorbed in True Love shall attain the God.” - Guru Gobind.
What is this Love that they talk about?
Is it the same that the husband has toward his wife? Is it the same that the parents have toward their children? Is it the same that almost every grown-up has been into at least once in their lives?
If our love is the same as the one talked about by the great sages and masters, how come there’s so much violence and exploitation in this world? If our love is the same, how come our lives are filled with hundreds of different worries, stresses, and anxieties?
The truth is that we don’t even know how to love.
The truth is that our love is a total opposite of what they have mentioned in their writings.
The truth is that under the veneer of “true love” reside our evil intentions.
If our love was even a little bit of what they say about love, the Earth would comparatively be a paradise today. There would have been so much ease instead of the ever-present tension in the air we breathe in today.
The only love we know of is the one that arises out of body and mind.
When a boy gets attracted toward a girl or the vice versa, we think it’s because of love while completely ignoring the fact that the boy didn’t feel the same before certain biological changes took place inside him at the age of puberty. If it wasn’t for those changes in chemistry, that attraction would not have been possible. All the “love” would disappear if the “loving couple” is taken to the hospital and have their hormones manipulated in a certain way.
We don’t see that it’s the game of nature that’s making two opposite sexes attract toward each other, not the game of Love. Love is not something that’s so insignificant that it happens to you automatically at a certain age, we have a different name for that phenomenon and that’s called….. I know you have guessed it by now…. Lust.
The ordinary love is lust masquerading as “true love.”
You might argue that not every love story has lust in its center, and I agree with you, because the fear of loneliness - which is a product of the mind - is also involved at the same time.
One of the common methods to escape from yourself is to find a partner who will keep you diverted from facing the truth about yourself, with whom you’ll spend your entire time talking about garbage stuff so that you don’t have to talk about the important stuff, with whom you’ll visit different place so that you don’t have to visit inside yourself.
For example, a person breaks down emotionally the moment he comes to know that his partner wants to leave him. Where do those tears arise from? From Love? Of course not, for if it was love, we would see the same tears when the species of animals go extinct, and people die in far-off countries due to war. He cries because he is alone again and have to face himself as long as a new partner doesn’t arrive. Don’t you see this? The moment a new partner comes, he becomes happy again.
But we are very clever people, we know how to cover the ugliness with the attire of beauty. We write down poetries, make movies and songs to depict this ordinary love as some kind of divine happening, and it’s because of these that almost everyone knows “Love is God” but nobody knows what Love is.
The ordinary love expects, it demands, it coerces the other person into its desires, it wants to be rewarded, it wants to be seen. It says, “I loved him so much, but he never loved me back,” “I did so much for her out of love, but she never even thanked me,” “I love you so much that I don’t want you to leave me.” That’s why the ordinary love stories are filled with so many worries.
Our feeling of love is a desire to own someone, to have control over someone, to possess someone, to attach to someone, and the moment the love is about a single entity, it ceases to be love. It’s not love if it’s only for one person or a family or a religion or anything which is limited to the small boundaries of your ego.
Patriots don’t love their country because they know how to love, but because it is THEIR country; it is a part of their identity. If they knew something about love, they won’t support the division of the world.
As long as it falls under the umbrella of ego, it is not love, for love is universal and transcends all the identities. Saying “I love my this and I love my that” is as contradictory as anything because love and ego can’t coexist. Wherever there is ego, there is division and separation, and love doesn’t know separation of any kind. So, only a person who has transcended his ego can learn what the meaning of love is.
True love arises out of consciousness, and it doesn’t happen automatically like the biological love. Those who have come to know love say that love is possible only when all the boundaries of separation dissolve into the ocean of awareness. That love never expects, it never possesses, it holds no contract, it never create bondages. It never says, “I will love you if you do this, if you behave in a certain way, if you reach that position,” or “I used to love you but I don’t feel that now,” or “I stopped loving you because you did that.” Love doesn’t want anyone to be molded into its form, it just wants to be received. It thanks when it’s received.
If true love is a fragrance of freedom, our love is a stink of attachment and bondage.
If true love is an uphill to joy and ecstasy, our love is a downhill to jealousy and suffering.
If true love is a stone that breaks through all the glasses of separateness, our love is a reason that the glasses of separateness exist in the first place.
If true love has its roots in the consciousness, our love tracks its history back to puberty.
The love that we know of is the one that even animals know of, for they get attracted toward each other out of sexual need too. It has no mysteries. It is plain and simple; it is nature working to make sure that the reproduction continues. But if we ask Socrates, he says:
“A man who practices the mysteries of love will be in contact not with a reflection but with truth itself. To know this blessing of human nature, one can find no better helper than love.”
If Socrates is right and our love is true, then our lives would be an expression of the light of Truth but the moment we peep into the room of our lives, we find the lies we hold on to rolling all over the floor, the illusions we believe in sticking on the walls.
Clearly, our love has no mystery, but we articulate it in a mystical way. Our love has no Truth, but we express it like a beacon of Truth. We are the master of words. Even the cruelest of acts can be defined as the acts of compassion, and that’s what we do when we say, “I am in love.”
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That there was some pretty shallow bullshit. You take love, throw a cow turd on it say bullshit.