There is a word I hesitate to use because it has been so misappropriated , misused, and misshaped . For the moment, I seem not to be able to avoid it because beneath its battered, almost unrecognizable exterior, the notion of “love” still tries to capture an infinite reality. Perhaps it has suffered the same fate as the word “God”. Under its may appearances, “love” daily challenges my imagination with its infinite dimensions.
There have been times I have heard others call upon love to explain a driving compelling force in the universe. These are the glimpses I have of love as infinite , ubiquitous and so mysterious. I see love is a way I have of explaining why I put the welfare of children above my own, still recognizing that same motivating force as an expression of my own individual destiny .
Love is a way of explaining what it really means and feels like to be thoroughly energized and alive. It responds readily whenever an opening is provided and flows freely when unimpeded . Love compels me to act and be drawn to another with what seems like an unmeasurable and mysterious power, whether that is a person, a tree or a rock.
Love shapes my world by bringing all things together. I am drawn to closeness and joining just as the moon is held in a gripping orbit around the earth, just as my body is kept from floating aimlessly into the stratosphere.
For me it is a warm paradox that love grips all things and draws them together. While, in this manner, love gives shape to all things in my world, this same force serves as a way of facilitating the ultimate dissolution of that world. The order that love creates is in reality the continuous step into entropy. While love gives all things their order and shape, it compels all things to an ultimate shapeless unity.
In a mysterious way, love seems to be an entropic force that drives the entire universe to be plunging into an ultimate oneness. At the same time we are cascading into ultimate dissolution of form, love joins all things together in a single process. Love is becoming an infinite gesture of letting go.
It is futile to impede love, yet it seems to be the habit of humans to restrict love and interfere with its free, inevitable flow. My own life is crisscrossed with the conditioning of dogmas that seek to impede the free flow of what is my nature.
I prefer to see that there are no limits to love because it is everywhere, in all things, and infinite. It is part of the dynamics of anything I can imagine. It will ultimately have its way, and I intend not to obstruct it or impede its energy. I will do what I can to constantly step into and feel immersed in the infinite pool of love.