About Love
“Love is the key to the Mystery;
William Samuel
Love is the astrolabe of life.”
Love, as Love is, remains unperceived until one puts aside the personal sense of self, until he lays down the “life” of the pseudo-identity and lets go the actor who believes himself to be Great judge and opinion-holder.
What joy is known when we awaken to perceive that Love is our Identity! This Self-I-am is Love itself. Love is being all there is to “me.” Love is being this Consciousness here and now!
WE ARE NEVER TO BE CONCERNED WITH THE “LOVING OR UNLOVING” ACTIONS OF OTHERS! Rather, we are to understand fully that Love itself is THIS Identity! Love is Identity being “I.” Love is our continuous identification.
LOVE IS NOT A WAY TO ACT, BUT AN IDENTITY TO ACCEPT! I went about for such a long time thinking Love was a way I was supposed to perform, that I was to act “loving” and that others were to act loving toward me. But, once I accepted the Self to be Love, I found there is no way to act but as Love. We awaken to see there is no other love but this Love being “me.”
There are no objects of perception we must rush out and love. The “neighbors” we are to love as ourselves are within the Self, within Awareness, not separate nor apart from it. Awareness is forever, tenderly, gently beholding the Infinity being all Identity is.
Isness loves the infinity Isness is. This is the only love going on. God loves the Reality God is; there is no other reality. One-Only-Reality “loves” (knows and is aware of) Itself. That Love in action is this Awareness-we-are.
Love is simple. Love is tender and effortless. Love is pure, motiveless Awareness that makes no judgments and clutches no opinions. Love is forgiveness. Love is humility. It wrestles with nothing because there is naught outside Identity to be contrary to its nature. It simply is. It is the Identity we are, not an act we must perform.
Tenderness is the hallmark of love. It accomplishes more in an instant than force does in an aeon.
The lover touches the face of his love with an open hand and a tender touch. Love speaks with a soft voice. It has no need of pressure or coercion. The tender touch and the soft sound warm the coldest appearance.
Why does mankind resort to ugliness when it surely compounds his problem? Why doesn’t he try gentleness and tenderness when its effectiveness is so apparent? Here is why: he interprets something he must do or something someone should do for him. But Love is not a doing; it is a being. It is effortless, because it is the Identity we are.
With a fragile blossom, the flower tells of love; but it does not dictate the form and color of the bloom nor put a price on its fragrance. It does not judge; it simply blooms, without regard or regret. It blooms even if no one is there to praise it. It blooms with a tenderness void of pretension and selfishness. It gives itself without anger; without force. It gives with honesty and simplicity. The flower doesn’t love by “doing,” but by being the flower it is. THIS is the love to be: acknowledgment that God’s Love is the love we are.
Thank you Ralph!
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