I am amazed at the Bismal state of Human understanding of Love, that which Indian scriptures talk about.

Today, having feeling for somebody is the meager definition of Love, the emotion. This never had been the message from the master. This is later micheif. Having liking towards something, and enjoying consumption of it, natuarlly develops the emotional factor. But it has nothing to do with the grandeur of definition of Love that the masters have given. Do we feel like crying when somebody dies? Is it not difficult to grasp that the masters never said that is Love. Do we feel like crying if we are hurt out of the love for the body? is that the love’s true definition. Are we not happy when family member does good? is that love? what is the true definition of love, the real actual meaning of love?

Human doesnt understand any language other than the bizzre one that he knows from the birth, that was taught as part of evolution. How about simple definition of Love as “That which is not”. But we have never experienced it. So its not in our knowledge. Even if we have experienced it, its not in the recognition that this is which is calle Love.

Is compassion a thought? Its not. Carefully, please see, compassion is when there are no thoughts whatsoever, the free flow of creativity, just like laminar flow, without any impurity, with fluditity, consistency, when there is no recognition of anything else, only flow of creativity itself completely captures / engulfs the existence to the point of no-mind, then “There is nothing at all”, in that there is a definition of Love. the brilliant mens definition. If you get this, timeless, eternal is not far. Needless to say creativity has a factor of compassion and oneness, it is about creation not destruction. Definition of Love has never been a “Thought”, how come it would be “An Emotion”. We have spent time again and again to express the emotion that we call love. Have we ever tried to get to the state of Love, that which comes with absolute freedom, we call it liberation.

I had an experience. On an occasion of a life event, on friday, cancelled my flights to a vacation, I had called a half day off, and drove almost 2 hours in friday traffic, reached where I need to. On the way I had numerous calls while driving, constantly talking to people on a serious matter. Serious talks matching seriousness of the situation. I spend friday at relative’s place handling the situation. I had rescheduled the flight to Sunday, and when I was onboarding, I looked back to realize what was that. Those two days, I had no ifs and buts, I had no questions, I had no thoughts of me or anybody. If I may say, there was nothing. There was no effort at all. It was completely choiceless. It was existence at 100 intelligence, at 100 creativity, at 100 sensitivity and sensibility, all factors wrapped up in and as Compassion where nothing was premeditated, it was fully spontaneious. I never understood ever where it came from, because thought doesnt reach there. I still amaze at its simplicity, authenticity, elegance and grandeur. This has happened thousands of times before, but this time I recognized it clearly. It was not a thing. It was nothing at all. I was Love, with that being said, the Love “A Thing” I am talking about, is an after the fact. To be more precise, Love is in fact not a thing. Love is nothing at all. All that one can talk about “Love”, is all after the fact recognition of some phenomenonal state of being. The word love is in fact a pointer to something that is Living, breathing essence of existence.