Self, within, one, communal.
A mystery, unknown, hidden.
What one makes of it
Or how one defines it for self.
Love is peaceful. Not oppressive.
Is it just a word that we place too much attachment to?
Is it a feeling that we give too much power?
Is it a chase for a feeling so close but so far away from us…like a dog chasing his tail
That he’ll never capture?
Love is all these things
That’s why we love and never give up on love
The constant search, renewing, redefining…
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”
“…love does not bring an end to difficulties, it gives us the strength to cope with difficulties in a constructive way…”
And what is Love for you?