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By Rootsie
November 02, 2003


Finding love by the process of elimination, by the way of negation, by the way of all that love is not. Love is not a nipple or a pacifier. Love does not accept the premise that we are here to comfort each other, or hold each other when we cry. Love accepts none of my premises. Love does not settle for the lesser of me. Love is cold to me when less is all I bring to offer. Love has no interest in platitudes, beguiling words, or drippy sentiment. Love loves muscle, and grit, and courage, and raw honesty. Love loves naked, without pretense. Love entertains no excuses, and has no sympathy for explanations.

Love stands above and calls me. Love makes no movement towards me unless it feels love there to meet it. Love does not acknowledge emotional attachments, which are the means of slavery. Love loves nothing which is not free. Love is 'unconditional' only in that it accepts no conditions, no 'ifs,' because love is not a marketplace or a bargaining table. There are many things love does not accept. I cannot approach love just any which-way and expect a response I will like. There is a difference between approaching love carefully and thoughtfully, as opposed to cautiously and distrustfully, though these may appear the same to lesser ones. Love will not entertain or exploit fear.

Love is unmoved by superficialities. Love calls me to my best in all things at all times, and love sees truly that which is best, and rejects the rest.

Love, however, is patient. Love waits. Love knows that the path to its door is not an easy one. Love expects few to enter. Love is not for mere mortals, but only for those who dare to be all that they are in truth. What passes for love among mortals is not love. Do I want to be held in my weakness, or do I want to stand in my strength? That is love's question. And for love, there is only one answer.

Surrender to love is surrender to true being.
Surrender to love is not for the meek or the lowly.
Surrender to love feels to the world like enslavement. It is freedom.
Surrender to love is surrender to the Law of the Universe.
Love is the lived experience of the Law of the Universe.
Love is nothing else than this.


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