Being someone who loves to figure out the minds of poets and the hearts of scientists, I do not know love.
Surrounded by people who are honest to the core and embrace which leaves behind an essense of their being, I do not understand love.
Nurtured and raised to not being blind to kindness, deaf to concern or dumb towards wrong, I do not sense love.
Freedom in my soul and there is no one who can cage that. I do understand how the hearth of the universe makes stars or why time cannot run backwards but I certainly do not know why the stars are so bright when there is no one around they can help to guide, nothing so frozen that would embrace their warmth. We read about love, think about love, pretend that we really understand it. Heart skips a beat and we claim we know love..
How can we know love if we cannot comprehend why we are here in the first place? How can we even begin to claim love when we do not know why a tiny extra matter survived for a universe to bloom? How can we know love when we do not know how long time will live?
There is nothing called love. There is only mystery. What has always been there is creation,beauty,care,happiness,greed,jealousy,pride,surrender,war,accomplishments and everything else that can be comprehended.
Originally posted on Blogger on Dec 05, 2013