The truth about love...
Things are often the opposite of what we believe them to be—
Take color... the Physics of it... little photons absorbed and reflected,
in effect objects "being" every color except the ones that we "see."
Just so we tend to believe Love to be something that radiates
...out from us... or towards us (preferably)...
Perhaps in Truth, Love is a Vacuum; the very naught that we are so oft
in dread of ...the lack ...the block ...the total unknown.
But if we accommodate it, we allow ourselves to fill and be filled
with the essence of who we are... offering the best of what we've got.
We find ourselves made whole in this painful tumult of body and soul—
Giving our everything up to Nothing we find something more
...like empathy... interdependency...
And we begin to command a vacuum of our own, an empty space
...a sacred shelter... for other lost Souls...
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