Love Is

Love is! And nothing more, it is described throughout history, in novels, poems, art, music, plays, etc, there seems to be many versions:

Undying love, love for this or that, whether it's an object or a person.

We label love to be so much and so varied, we love doing this, creating this and wanting this it seems to be a passion, a longing that seems so deep.

Is this what love is? All of this?

Yet there is also an idea that everything is love, we are all love, that love conquers all, Love is all there is, and it is the human desire to find it, to hold it, to own it in our hearts, to seek it, to create it, to manipulate it, to demand it.

Love seems to be elusive and makes humans crazy.

Love is spoken of as patient, kind, generous, compassionate, etc.

I do not see much of this in association with love do you? Does it seem so pure, so loving in your day today living?

I don't know about love of this form, I see it and remember it as I have just shared and it doesn't exist here any more, yet there seems to be an unknown, unrecognised, all encompassing something, a vibration or an energy that is delightful without limitation.

What is love for you?