Love

Love. Supposedly it makes the world go round. All you need is love. I will always love you.

Children grow up eager to fall in love, be in love, find love.

Adults take vows to love each other forever more.

And then we put all kinds of strings and codicils on loving as if we can legislate it, control it, parcel it out in deserving doses.

Love is not just a wonderful idea. It is not a commodity. It is not a physical act. It can be all those things, but it is so much more.

The most vital love song in the world would be a symphony of every heart beating together with all the tiny nuances and variations adding a depth and richness never before imagined.

It would have the collective breath of every creature inhaling the same air at the same moment and exhaling it in one long sigh of perseverance.

It would exemplify caring without controlling, or owning. Wanting the best for everyone. Choosing the greatest good whenever possible.

Living love is nirvana.