May 12, 2023
Interior peace comes first! Dry love is for Ai’s (‘artificial’ intelligent) robots, and not God’s creations. Dry love is ‘love buried’ in the darkness of invisibility waiting to be lighted by your heart’s consciousness. Dry love is rarely higher than a ‘biologically passing thrill’. Another word for it might be ‘feigned love’, or attachment to the literalness of the word ‘love’.
Love is fullest under the best of conditions where it can be felt. Love is felt strongest from grief to heartfelt appreciation. Whatever the circumstance, the heart that has been filled with love energy provides the best light available. The heart that is bereft of love, and is not easily reached needs a ‘self prayer’ or meditation inducement to energize the flow of love. To really live rather than to just exist, a clear full heart will be an ‘angel’ through good and challenging times with always an impetus for more joy and bliss.
The ‘mark of love’ penetrates the ‘giver’ endlessly as well as for the receiver opened to receiving. The ‘one’ with just a ‘mask of love’ gives emotionlessly or expectantly for a desired response. The one with just ‘love’s mask’ is likely fueled by fear of rejection. Unresolved traumas from early ages are a mask for love’s expressions. It’s like a ‘magnet’ without ‘attracting magnetism’. Those blessed with being able to feel their heart’s love within are always ready for an authentic expression of love.
Many are thrown into the ‘ocean of love’ with little or no skill of surviving not only the depths, but the boulders of conflict leading to love’s destruction. Surviving a semblance of love could be like surviving a storm of lightning and thunder with no shelter. Love is beyond making a mental choice or one that can be taught to another with just words. Love is a conscious or unconscious openness that has resonance.
There is a song that has the same meaning for love to reach it’s peaks – ‘On a clear day,
rise and look around you, and you’ll see and feel who you are’! Sometimes it’ll be like two ships passing under the starry night who may just pass each other as they are headed for different shores, but the scent of being one on the ocean of love glows in your hearts. That clear day is a clear heart and mind open to the passing joys.
– Arhata~
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