The Frequency Of Mind & Love

Love. It is a strange place. The way we attach and conform. Sometimes, without even knowing it. The vision it gives, and the illusions we make. When we are consumed by the world we’ve created with another person, for however long, then to end up in a revelation that yanks you out of that concept you’ve created. And you begin to grieve. Then you begin to change; and in those moments of change you have bouts of clarity. Clarity for your life over the concept you’ve built within the illusions of love. And you realize that love isn’t an illusion. A hallucinogen, sure; but not an illusion. In my bouts of clarity I’d begin to have moments where I could feel my world opening up again. Then to realize it shouldn’t have ever been closed or shrunken. But I built a concept, an illusion, and lived in it. This illusion being attachment. Now as I stand next to this dome that I built, which is now cracked open, I look up and I feel myself grow. I remember then what love is. It’s true, it’s revealing, it’s freedom. it’s not traumatized, despite one’s traumatic experiences. It’s victimless, selfless, it’s clear, while adding more clarity. it’s unconditional. It just is…