The other day, I found an old diary in a stack of old books. It was the one I had used to write poems in, when I was in college, way back in time…. I found this poem on love and it set me thinking….
Love is blinding
The fog horn blew, its deep, lonely sound making the sailors at sea
Wish to be at home;
Its huge shining eye, blinking back tears of solitude.
It blew again, deep, d-e-e-p down in the sea,
The monster stirred.
Ah! After a long, long wait of a million years,
Someone had come at last!
The monster up above was calling him!
He began his ascend to the surface; a long, tedious ascend.
He made it and…..
There it was!!
The tall figure with a bright shining eye, so much like his own!
The horn blew yet again;
The monster rose to his full height and responded with joy.
But…… the fog horn stopped calling!
Oh, the agony!
After million years of waiting lone, he had found a companion,
And, ….. and now…
It refused to answer!
The monster, filled with desperate fury, his eyes reflecting pain and anger,
Screamed and struck the light house;
Destroying it before it could hurt him anymore.
The lighthouse crashed down, and the monster….
Now overcome with anguish and remorse,
Sank back into the deepest, deep,
To wait another millennium…..
Reading it after almost 30 years, I smiled in amazement. How my understanding of the concept called “love” had meta morphed! Life, experiences had helped to see it more closely, understand it and know what Love is.
Love is not blinding, it is not destructive, it’s not about possession. Love is not at all about someone belonging to you or vice-versa. Love does not mean conquering or owning. It cannot be propriety.
Love is a state of being. Love is born inside a person, in the soul, It sets you free, giving joy irrespective of whether you are alone or with someone…. Love is freedom. It is the birth of prayer; it is the light that illuminates the path of faith.
So often, we confuse love with lust. Lust is a need, making us dependent. A dormant state of the soul that doesn’t last long, leaving us with a feeling of emptiness and loneliness. On the other hand, love is like the awakening of the soul, its not a relation, its not in relation to someone, or something. It’s a state of being, a feeling of completeness within, of fullness and joy. When this joy overflows, it surrounds you with peace, exaltation and “gladness” at being alive. When you experience love, you do not limit it to a person or thing, there is no need to possess, to own or to control the thing that gives you joy. It is the knowledge of freedom and purity from within, so in that sense you can neither fall into or out of love…. It’s a state of being, being one with oneself, exalted, in bliss…..