Love

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Love, the covenant — an elixir some seek in others, a protector from the self, a shield against the fear of walking through the fire alone. Some seek to be bold, to express, to be, to stand tall in its glory. They all have a story etched into the folds of time. For some, it is the only story — the light at dawn, the twilight at dusk. They feel lonely when it withdraws, believe in hopes forlorn, seek it to fawn, to fill the silent spaces within.

Yet, we walk alone, hearts open, searching for kindred souls somewhere, anywhere. Love harbours our deepest fears and longings. To know thyself is to be true to thyself, to break free from the shell we craft so carefully. We superimpose this veneer, which we call the truth. But beneath it lies the fear of opening ourselves to joy, to the everlasting pulse of love. So, we create doctrines, myths, and fables instead of embracing the beauty that is.

We are of a time, and in this breath, we embrace the sensation of life — feel the blood coursing through our veins, touch and taste the humidity of existence, and flow with the prevailing streams of being. Open the paradox, the portals of consciousness; do not evade. Love is a covenant, not just with another but with the spiritual self. It comes from within and flows in streams that ripple through every fibre of our essence. Thus, give yourself to the flow.

The shell expands, and what was within remains — a fragment, a memory etched since dawn. Time is forever, yet fleeting: an instant, a trace, eternal in its brevity. And so, the petal unfolds. Breathe, expand the mind, fill the cavities of the sinuses and ascend to a high. For all there is, is this moment of consciousness within, where joy dwells, embracing us with strength, eternally. It is the seed, the essence, the dream. The dreaming is all there is. It is woven into a fabric we call time.