By Tony DeLorger © 2012
As illusive as love can be,
when found, it becomes like a mother's arms,
warm and nurturing.
And it is not as a result of pursuit we find ourselves enraptured,
rather we are found, imbued by and enlivened within.
There is no choice, no decision,
just an overwhelming passion from the core of us,
a surrender that eclipses all else within life,
leaving us as a floodgate opened.
Love is so misunderstood,
entangled in all human motivations and needs,
yet when true love descends, all else pales,
all meaning of the mundane falls away,
in acceptance of our one sure reality,
our openness to that which is beyond the self.
How does one find love?
In acceptance of the agony of will and ego,
we may relent on the trite and meaningless,
and with an open heart be found.
Love is far deeper than any perception of it,
far more wondrous than any paradigm,
and more connected to life than any pursuit.
We struggle to find meaning in the blank canvas of life,
yet life itself is the meaning,
love the antithesis of selfless attainment,
the abiding force of being on which all existence depends.
An open heart is all the requirements of a serene life,
and love the path to joy.
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