Love

def - n:  The joyful recognition of my oneness with something.

def - v: To fully inhabit and/or express that joyful recognition.

When I am truly loving something, I am recognizing that there is no “me” or “it,” but “one.” I see that we have never been, and can never be, separate. When I recognize this, I stop trying to get anything from it. I drop all barriers and conditions and needs and obligations related to it and I just allow the miraculous “already-there-ness” of it all. In love, I see that, together, we are already and always perfect. I see that there is nothing to gain, nothing to fix, nothing out of balance, nothing to improve, nothing to establish, nothing to achieve. We are already there.

Because nothing is ever separate, love is always available to me. Nothing needs to be done, only recognized. I don’t need to get or keep anything, because I always have it - because I always AM it.

Oneness is my default setting with everything, until I believe otherwise and bring about my own suffering. 

And so, in love, there is no LONGING, only the recognition of perfect oneness. My desire to acquire anything from anyone or anything else is born of a mistaken sense of lack, an innocent missing of a gift that’s already here. So wherever I feel a longing (for closeness, or connection, or completion, or alignment, or kindness, or understanding…), I can rest assured I am out of love.

If I want to return to love, I don’t look to “the world” or even to myself, I simply question what I’m thinking and believing and look for the truth.

When I do that, I find that “I” and everything else in “the universe” are the same one thing: perfectly whole, perfectly safe, perfectly connected. Always.

And then I can’t help but freely express the joy of that recognition.