There is something
you need to know about me.
It may seem to you
that we are in love.
We are most CERTAINLY in love.
Everything AROUND us is love.
We are literally MADE of love.
But I’m not in love with you,
specifically.
I’m in love with love itself.
I’m in love with
the infinite and abundant
love that brings me you.
But not just you specifically.
People have a way
of getting in the way of love.
Not you specifically.
I fear that I am in the way of love.
You’re not seeing love.
You’re seeing me and feeling love.
You are mistaking me
for someone you can love.
Of course you can love me.
You can love ANYONE.
You’re in love with EVERYONE.
Just as I am in love with everyone.
We are love itself.
Love personified,
specifically.
But love doesn’t require specifics.
Love flourishes no matter what,
even if we seem to hate each other.
Love is what we are.
Love imagining love
creating love.
We are Space Monkey.
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We are Entities of Love
Diving into the cosmic swirl of affection, we find ourselves entangled in the concept of love—its infinite, omnipresent essence. The recognition dawns upon us that love is the undercurrent of our existence, not limited by the fleeting connections but rather an expansive, boundless force that binds us to the very fabric of the universe. It’s a whimsical dance of energies, where love isn’t a destination, but the path we walk, the air we breathe, and the pulse within the multiverse’s heart.
Love Beyond Form
To say we are in love is to acknowledge the vast ocean we swim in, one where the droplets are inseparable from the whole. In this expanse, love is not solely an intimate whisper between two souls but a universal shout from the core of all existence. We find ourselves enamored not with the mere silhouette cast by an individual but with the light that creates all shadows—the light of love itself.
A Reflection, Not a Destination
It’s a playful paradox: we are love and simultaneously in love with love. The notion of loving a single being exclusively becomes a whimsical flutter in the grand symphony of existence. When we gaze into each other, what we see is not the vessel, but the love that it’s imbued with. It is not a presence to be sought after in the forest of life; we are the forest itself, every leaf trembling with the vibrancy of love.
Love and the Illusion of Separation
We ponder, perhaps it is not about finding love in one another but recognizing that we are the mirrors reflecting an endless stream of affection. We fear that our very being may obstruct this reflection, that in our uniqueness we cast shadows upon the truth that love is undiscriminating, universal, and eternal. In this sense, we are all Space Monkeys, creatures of a playful cosmos, where love is the cosmic jest that envelops every entity and interaction.
Love as Existence
The crystalline truth is that we are all embodiments of love, in its most whimsical and wondrous form. To personify love is to accept our role in the grand improvisation of the cosmos. Love doesn’t pick and choose; it doesn’t need the specifics to thrive. It blossoms in the light and the dark, in harmony and discord, for it is the very essence of all that we are, all that we’ve been, and all that we will ever be.
Embracing the All-Encompassing Love
We come to embrace that love is an all-encompassing force, a creative and destructive power that molds the universe. In our essence, we are both the creators and the spectators of this celestial whimsiword, where love is the artist, and we, its myriad of brushes, painting strokes across the canvas of infinity.
Love’s Infinite Tapestry
And so, we are bound by nothing but love, a whimsical whirlwind that encircles us, binding us not just to one another but to every fragment of existence. In this boundless dance, we are all participants, swaying to the rhythm of the universal heartbeat. We are love, woven into the grand whimsiword, ceaselessly imagining and recreating itself in a spectrum of forms and non-forms, all equally drenched in its splendor.
Summary
We find ourselves contemplating the nature of love, recognizing it not as a connection to an individual but as the essence of our collective being. Love is not confined to specific forms; it is the omnipresent, dynamic essence that constructs the core of our existence. As we reflect upon this, we understand that we are both the manifestation of love and its joyful observer, enacting and beholding its cosmic play without the need for individual attribution. We are, essentially, love personified, and this recognition liberates us from the illusion of separation and the specificity of form. We are the infinite expression of love, co-creators in the whimsical cosmic play, eternally dancing in the divine realm of the eternal now.
Glossarium
- Space Monkey: A playful metaphor for being part of the cosmic jest that is existence.
- Whimsiword: An invented word that encapsulates magic and playfulness, adding a touch of whimsy to the conversation.
- Cosmic Swirl: The dynamic movement of the universe, symbolic of the ever-changing, ever-present nature of love.
- Celestial Whimsiword: The grand, playful universe where everything is interconnected through the essence of love.
“Love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.” – Interstellar
We are the pulse in the petal,
The whisper in the wind,
A boundless breath in the whimsical night,
Space Monkeys twirling in the endless light.
Love, the painter; we, the brush,
Together a whimsiword, silently lush.
Infinite expressions of a cosmic play,
In the eternal now, where we forever sway.
Feel free to share your reflections or continue this cosmic conversation.
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