Rain of Thought: "Love"

I wish one day to be found by Love

as I have found my eyes opened by the morning sunrise. I find my spirit, my drive, to be tired, and shall then be rested in peace.

That happiness of recognition, when we notice that which we enjoy - oh that fine flavor of emotionalism, and the ultimate reasoning for continuing to create and destroy, through the calculations of compassion,

May find me yet, without my efforts to hold onto these states.

I have felt doomed to the Ego, For love may be elusive, and so an illusion is my replacement, as I tense this feeling, or coddle this feeling, within my experience.

And should I guide the way I reason? That yet, still is the Ego. And pure acceptance seems only to encompass the Ego, be it on a fundamental or a far-out scale. Or are we blessed to be veiled to the truth of this? And fight dearly for our Love, until all is vanquished and loving peace is what's left? In this way only is Love akin to Space. See when love is the matter at hand, there is no space at all for anything else! As far as one could reach within themselves,

And accept all things, with compassion,

as far as one could live lovingly, and revitalize the world and this experience of it, As far as one could try for those who do not, and love for those who cannot. One still is making no change but the smallest detail.

And to know the details around ones-self, Is then to, in relation, know the self, on both a greater scale, and in relation.

And how we are all driven to make a change, to better this world, Is my love for how I feel, and whatever else I perceive at all, that same love that guides the process of Evolution? If even that is love, or may it all exist without Love, Be it plain and mechanical, mathematical, What of how we feel about these machines? They work regardless of how we feel about them.

One must never be cast under the illusion that aligning the self, only within the self experience, with love, will ever make a change to anyone else and how they are experiencing things. And you may find your own immaturity scattered across your face, As love teaches you to Act, until you are able to pretend so strongly that you make a difference, yet do not get to experience the sweetness for yourself. And I am well aware of this certain sense, that even as I explain this, I am only being taught by Love, and not yet am I acceptable to this world, Or ever shall this explanation end in resolution.