February 14, 2008

Love.
What is love?
Some would say its outward expressions
Of balloons, flowers, candy, jewelry,
Going out to dinner, new clothing, cards, new shoes…
If I receive them not…
Am I not loved?

The expectation of “something” arriving at work
From your beloved; so your co-workers are envious of your
Obvious good fortune…You are loved!
Some, to keep in step, send themselves something
To proudly show off to their friends and co-workers.
Look, I too am loved. Someone cares about me.

Love is passionate.
Has nothing to do with material bounty.
The raw tingling of heightened awareness,
With just the imagined musing of the One
The increased racing of the heart; the heightened flaming senses
As the canvas of the body ripples and comes vibrantly alive.
Love is an awakening. Love is butterflies fluttering in stomach.

Love is the friendship you can count on.
There is no room for questioning if it’s unconditional.
It just is. You are allowed to be you without censor.
Love is laugher, talking with ease and being at ease.
Love is being at home in one’s own skin.
Love is accepting and loving myself first,
So there is the capacity to love another.
Love is recognizing what our capacity to love is.
Love is accepting what another’s capacity to love is.

Love is the measure of kindness and respect
I extend to my family first, and then my friends.
Love is listening to another with attentiveness.
It’s supportive listening. You heard me! I heard you!
It’s compassionate understanding that partners with peace.