Looking At Love
Understanding is a snapshot of knowledge.
Acceptance is knowledge that something is
as it is,
is as it will be,
is as it was,
is is, is,
as its nature, not defined by outside observation.
Love is entangling acceptance
Love is acceptance with a relationship.
Love, such a dangerous word.
Misused, overloaded, misunderstood, overused, overthrown, head over heels and over and over, tumbling as so many attempt to force it down, into a deeply split apart crack within the soul as an ultimate salve.
Love a mixture of actions. Seemingly so simple, yet so often confused within passion, sex, lust, power, control, commitment, submission, absolute release, surrendering.
As for some, love does enwrap such various combinations.
Love is an expanding reality: personal in nature; simmering down to the mixing of needs in “how” each of us combines their very essence with the larger world.
Love: the active acceptance of an outside relationship. The act of, the process involving, the connection between oneself and another is love.
How do you define love?
This expression of connection: of love → is vastly unique from person to person. Each person is reaching out to meld themselves into something that stands more completely to the larger world. For some, this is something dark indeed, a need to be torn down or to tear down, as a means to bring up and forth their inner aspects which require healing. For others, love is a fulfilling experience in the building upon positive aspects of themselves. Between these two extremes discover the spectrum of variations through relationships.
It’s an ever-shifting experience: as life bounces against life: as one love changes another love: onward and onward in the interweaving of souls.
Love is the one area of humanity where people consistently flail in an attempt to find completeness. So many lonely souls trying to find refuge in another; when completion must start within the self first and then grow outward to the warmth of another.
The Path of Love
Love should not be confused with the approach taken to find love. Nor should love be thought of as a final destination. Rather love is a continuous process, thru which we become a little more than our previous states of being.
Finding true love is not the same as discovering harmony with a Personal Tao. However, discovering love enables one to access additional resources and perspectives, which in time leads to discovering deeper truths about our own nature.
A personal peace exposes self-truth; a personal love exposes truth gained from joining to the outside. The two seem so close that people confuse their search for personal peace with the completion of discovering love. Love is not a way to find self-peace. Remove an object of love, to discover how quickly one loses a personal peace based on such outside connections. Love is a way to discover harmony to what is outside oneself.
The importance of love comes from its ability to aid a person to do ever so much more than they could do alone. For these reasons, love should be embraced fully and deeply. However, personal peace, as it is personal, must come from the inside of ourselves to be true. Those we love might help us find truth in ourselves, yet in the end, embracing the peace of a Personal Tao must in large part come from our own inner self.
While discovering love usually will not help a person find true personal peace, the reverse is often true. Finding a Personal Tao, coming to peace with oneself, permits a person to discover harmony and love much more easily. Usually, I find most people look for love first, and then try to find personal peace. This is the harder path. Why would this be the case? It’s the case simply because once you have inner peace; it becomes possible to accept love as a relationship. If a person doesn’t have personal peace, then much of the energy of love isn’t going into a balanced relationship, it’s going into shoring up, trying to keep an inner peace alive. This would be a one-sided relationship and often these relationships burn up.
How often does anyone ever truly teach us how to love? How can it be taught, when love’s definition is personal? Our true teachers within love are those who we entwine with love. Teaching is a process of expression found within love itself. By default, we teach ourselves much of what we need in love (as we are part of the entwining). If we cannot accept ourselves within love, then we lose half of the equation.
Many people I have watched, spend time imitating others and basing love by example. No wonder so much time ends up in the maze of love. Instead of following our nature, we attempt to follow the nature of others. We lose our own nature in the process of pretending to be something we are not.
This also explains another aspect of love; many individuals tend to bounce between love and discovering personal truth. Yet because they don’t understand what is happening, it becomes a very drawn-out process of repeating past mistakes as they redefine themselves.
Sigh Into Love
Anyone going through this will understand the *sigh* at this point. Turn the *sigh* into a smile, as we are who we are. It’s a process of expanding ever softly outward to joining to a larger world.
To discover love: Embrace your nature.
Following needs, to dispel needs.
Love is always mixing and matching with what feels right.
It’s self-destructive to become someone else in the process of love. Accept your nature and add upon the qualities which reinforce/ support your nature.
Love is an important aspect of human life. To reject it, is to reject a part of humanity. The path of love is a way of reaching out to a larger world. Treat the overall process as love, each lover as its separate lesson and your life will grow accordingly.
Dancing around gentle swaying air under the sun a flower. ~* So simple so complicated deeper, looking ultraviolet discover faint intricate traceries new patterns of attraction, landing pads networks of lives coming, going, feeding into pollination frenzied frenzied life beats, becoming seeds waiting towards bursting futures all this and more... as a simple waiting flower. Love Why does love get placed under a microscope? It's so tempting: Tasting apple bits, bites, connections, attractions, happenings rational examinations, complicated dissections conducted with steel scissors and tools. To place the flower into: a vase… so we can watch it die, in agony. Acceptance and understanding are not the same thing. Let’s together stand under the sun, washing rains dancing swaying air accepting our natures being the flower. *~
Casey Kochmer 2004
Some people are earthquakes to the soul What depth, degree, place can someone shake you down tumbling senses rumbling confusion to deepest marrow Some people are wind to the spirit What height, direction, place can someone spin you around lifting you up easing burdens to highest points of spirit No matter what sundering upon an earthquake No matter how far the wind travels away Love never leaves unless love was never there To love, is sharing of center Briefly touching that... Which cannot be described outside the moment If described fully, not obliquely, then was it truly love? Yet, moments move as passing connections Leaving names piling up as pointless lists... No list ever gets written upon the soul yet love is weaved within the soul Threading our changes within the warp Leaving it impossible to untangle So roll into every seismic event Let the wind and breeze entangle Embrace earthquakes down to the core Unearth the depths Roil, live, breathe within shuddering passions To the benefit of... Revealing within love Tumbling of the senses Lifting acceptance of the soul
Casey Kochmer 2005
Tearing of Love
So little very little almost nothing do I truly care about But of what I do care for: Love of you, love of family, love of myself It’s my entire world nothing more Finding without your love I feel as if I were nothing Is this suffering as Buddhists talk about Is this agony of hell ¿ Is this sane ? Is it real Is this... what is it, to be in love Wanting to vomit out entire souls When at times criss crossing Lover’s anger flays indiscriminately about Doesn't make sense... At all Love It's a melding of souls and at times ripping of souls screaming for velcro In time tearing heals Makes stronger The puzzles of who we are Together
Casey Kochmer 2005
So much to say Seeking touch So much to hear Seeking convergence To feel your hand on my face To feel whispers of a moan forever spiral within dreams Yet awakening to discover: dream and reality touching to a blurring of one Briefly... without words, Lost... within emotions Smiling knowing your touch indeed Did make dusty bones spring and grow As saplings embracing rays of the sun You touch me in whispers, encased in warmth Unfurling and growing I am entranced within your gaze your eyes saying everything All memories forever sweetly trapped within the amber of embracing gazes Your giving merely brief seconds yet lasting forever within me Amber within amber Two saplings reaching, entwining, growing becoming more beautiful than any poem I could write for you
Casey Kochmer 2002