So much has been written and said about the nature of Love.
It is a profound teaching, that love begins within oneself, in the true aloneness of the illusion of form; that universal love can only be found in the Now, in surrender to the life that happens; that there can be no love in or for Humanity until its actions are correct. And finally, that it is our form, our bodies that need to be honored as vehicles of consciousness, and that our differences are holy and mutative.
We are conditioned to learn love from the other, from the mother and the father, from the lover and the child. In this way, we are conditioned to seek love from others in order to ‘feel’ loved.
The ‘not-self’ does not love itself. In not having love within oneself, it becomes a commodity. Something of value worth seeking, suffering, and longing for; a commodity that defines most beings’ lives.
The measuring of love, the externalization of Love: ‘He loves me, I love him’, ‘I don’t love him enough’, ‘He doesn’t love me enough’, ‘I wish he loved me more’, and so on.
None of the above is about love. It is more about fear of aloneness, an aloneness void of self-love, driven by inadequacy and insecurity.
Ra Uru Hu
