Through my mother, I first tasted
the sweetness of LOVE —
Father adorned it with genuine care.
Then came a girl,
and I wrapped LOVE in expectations.
Society cried out, "LOVE is life!"
But my life was different.
A skeptical mind began to wander,
searching for something real —
A friend appeared from nowhere and said,
"LOVE is trust."
Then an old man, wise and weathered,
whispered, "LOVE is divine."
Yet divinity hid from my eyes.
So I journeyed on —
through doubt, through longing,
through every borrowed meaning —
Until a quieter voice rose within:
"I AM LOVE."
It was I, all along,
who made LOVE complex —
layering it, losing it,
seeking it outside myself.
Then one day,
the sheath of ego tore —
and beneath it,
LOVE stood waiting.
Not a feeling to chase,
not a truth to borrow —
but an invitation,
A coming home.
Now it lives as inclusiveness,
adorning my consciousness,
letting me perceive life
in its fullness —
Whole. Open. Boundless.
And always remembering —
I am LOVE.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:25 AM UTC
Through my mother, I first tasted
the sweetness of LOVE —
Father adorned it with genuine care.
Then came a girl,
and I wrapped LOVE in expectations.
Society cried out, "LOVE is life!"
But my life was different.
A skeptical mind began to wander,
searching for something real —
A friend appeared from nowhere and said,
"LOVE is trust."
Then an old man, wise and weathered,
whispered, "LOVE is divine."
Yet divinity hid from my eyes.
So I journeyed on —
through doubt, through longing,
through every borrowed meaning —
Until a quieter voice rose within:
"I AM LOVE."
It was I, all along,
who made LOVE complex —
layering it, losing it,
seeking it outside myself.
Then one day,
the sheath of ego tore —
and beneath it,
LOVE stood waiting.
Not a feeling to chase,
not a truth to borrow —
but an invitation,
A coming home.
Now it lives as inclusiveness,
adorning my consciousness,
letting me perceive life
in its fullness —
Whole. Open. Boundless.
And always remembering —
I am LOVE.
