What is this thing called Love?
we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”
And within that view of reality, Love is very much a spiritual experience, with no harnessing of Thought behind it.
“I love playing football.”
“The child loves her puppy.”
“She loves her boyfriend.”
“Mum, we love you.”
“I love living by the sea.”
Even some dictionaries describe Love as:
The list of synonyms just grows and grows.
And change this phrase around in a number of ways, and for several instances a comma comes in handy also.
What IS this thing called love? Maybe even:
What is this thing CALLED, Love?
And so on …
mention in these two of the Soul.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the
breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
This entire narrative came from Out of the Blue. I wrote concertedly and steadily until I knew I had written all that was there for me to write. Then I returned to sleep for the rest of the night. The words, which I read the following morning, seemed at first not to be mine but rather had flowed through my consciousness and onto the page.
Love is not a sense that leads to a sensation.
Love is not a word that can describe what it is.
Love is just not what we think it is because …
never know why, and understand even less so.