THE LOVE I FEEL!!!

WHAT HAPPENS TO LOVE

WHAT DOES IT DO

WHERE DOES IT GO

Ever fell in love? Ever REALLY fell in LOVE? Have you ever fell in love with 'love'?
Have you ever wondered where does all of this love go, once the love you loved is no where around, for you to love? Have you ever wondered where did your Love's love for you go? What happens to love?
Especially, what happens to love when the relationship ends, where does the love go? 

I have fallen in love more than a few times. There is the baby love, the teenie love, then the grown love. What blew my mind and even my heart, was how much more I loved, how much deeper, I loved, each and every time I loved. What I have noticed, is how the love actually expands, grows and goes even deeper, with each and every experience gifted me, for loving someone. It is now reached a point where I feared and still, at times, fear loving again; as I have been there before, and I know that my next Love will be even deeper and more profound!

LOVE, oh the topic that drives us all, motivates us all, empowers us all, hurts us all, births us all, and even eventually kills us all. How so, keep reading!  

Love is the beginning of all things. Love is the force behind all, things. Love is all the things that is being begun and love is even the force which wields it's self! Love takes all forms, knows all things, is all colors, is all sounds. Love is without time, without limit, without diminish, forever everywhere, for all wheres, simply are, as all wheres are love. 

This website is love, this electricity is love, this reader is love, this writer, is love. Everything is of love, from love and goes back to love. What confuses us, is how love is experienced. Love manifests in various forms, ways, lights, feelings, things and is always shifting in it's degrees of strength. 

Love is determined by proximity to another form of it's self, and is aware of it's self. Love knows all things, sees all things and is all things and everything in between even the things. It simply cannot be completely labeled, bound, hidden or diminished. Only the ways in which it is perceived, view and form awareness of it. Be it in the lacking or the abundance, love is everything it perceives it's self to be, or not be. 

You are love, I am love, we all are love. We just perceive it differently. We see each other differently. We feel each other differently. We experience all loves differently and manifest more love differently, as love would have it no other way. Love is creative and is the epitome of freedom. Love is likened to a bucket that is thrown, where all waters splash freely and land everywhere it possibly can. Love is expressing itself in all ways that are possible, by virtue of it!

Love is given many names and yet is nameless. Love is all things named and experienced and yet remains unseen. Love is felt, heard, smelled, remembered, thought of, dreamt of, feared, loved, fought for, died for, lived for, and yet, it is not known as being all of the things that it is, for it is all things. Love has many labels. Love is all thins, yet the labels used, cause the blindness of it. 

You don't look at your mircowave and call it or even think of it as being love, but it is. Love comes in all things measured and yet is immesereable. Love is and simply is, always was and always will be. It is all strength and all weaknesses. It is experienced in it's weakest forms and strongest forms. The darkest crimes, the greatest acts of humanity, are simply actions of love, but of different strengths, concentrations of it. There is always love behind even the greatest horror. There is always pain, behind the greatest loving act. There is love in all. For all is love. See with love, all the love that is. Only but measure it, and know it. Know that even the many lacks of it, is still love. The weakest love, is still love. There is love all around, because all that is, all that is around is simply it, love. 

So, where does it go? What happens to love when the relationship falters? It simply doesn't go anywhere. The molder of it, the controller of it, which is it's self, manifested in you and all, simply reassigns it to manifest elsewhere, which is another place of love, with purpose to be love, as it too is love. 

Love cannot die. Love is and simply...is. 

Love is why there is experience and the experience of the lack of it. Love is why we experience hate. Love is hate, and hate is love. Imagine a flashlight, flashing its light deep into the darkness, and it being the only light source around. Observe the strength of the light at the lense of the flashlight, and see how the light dims while you look outwards. See how far the light shines out. See how many feet the light extends. Eventually you come to where the light is no longer viewed. Eventually, you see darkness. This is where you start to experience the epitome of the lack of love, the lack of light. This is where the darkness is. This is where the hate is. But if only you all knew of how even the entire forest of darkness is love. How both darkness and light are but one. The yin and the yang. The light, the dark, the love, the hate are all one. 

All that there is, that is, that can be, that is being, simply is love. There is nothing outside of love. Only love stands, even when it is believed to be hate and void, it is still love, for in the act of observing it, one is loving it. If one is observing it, since the one observing it is love, then there is love in the observing of there being lack of love. Love is all things. 

When strength of love weakens, this is because it was once grand. The grandness of it never disappears, never dies, never fades, only the experience of it does. Ultimately, one comes to see the light everywhere, without flashlights or sources, as all things are light, all love is light, all things are love, and even all observers are love. 

All one need do, is follow the light which is observable for your finding. Regardless of how dark things may be experienced as, there is always light. There is always love. Because you, I, and all things are love, we have freedom to chose. Chose to see it. See it everywhere. See it in all things, as this is what it is to be awakened, to see, to be enlightened. One who becomes love, is now experiencing all of it, and now knows of it, knows of self, knows of all. Everything is love and it cannot go anywhere, die, weaken or fail. One only change experience and perception. Love is seen yet is unseen. Chose love. Choosing love, is choosing to see. Seeing love, is seeing all variations of it. Then even the hate is known as an experience of love, just a very dim version of it. 

Destruction and creation is love, for even the thing to be destroyed is in and of it's self a thing of love. The action of destruction, is yet existing, and all things are love. Knowing this brings acceptance, oneness and brings one into the stillness of just being, which is being in oneness with love.

                   

JOLENE CATANNE