People who are attracted to you because of your pretty face or nice body won’t be with you forever. You will grow old and so will they. But the people who can see how beautiful your heart is will never leave you. A beautiful heart has its own luminosity, a certain shine that lights up the face and brings joy to all who see. Love is a force of nature, it cannot be bought. A rich man or woman may want to buy a beautiful lover, but all they can buy is beauty, for love has to be won.
Love is bigger than you are. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. You can choose to surrender to love, or not, but in the end love strikes like lightening, unpredictable and irrefutable. You can even find yourself loving people you don’t like at all. Love does not come with conditions, stipulations, addendums, or codes. Like the sun, love radiates independently of our fears and desires. Love is a mystery. Here below is one of the most profound descriptions of Love, I’ve read in recent years. Eve
ON LOVE If our love is dependent on looks, when our looks fade, our love fades. If our love relies on feelings, when feelings weaken or suddenly change, our love is threatened. If our love is attached to stories and memories, when history cannot be remembered, our love is forgotten. If love clings to form, then when form dissolves, as it must, love dies too. Is there a love that is not dependent on form or feeling, looks or stories? Is there a love without conditions, and without end? Is there a love untouched by disease and death and the passing of things? Is there a love that is so close, so intimate, even the word ‘love’ is too much? We do not seek love, find love, borrow love or steal love; we do not buy love or sell love; we do not even become love. Love is what we are, the awesome power of universes, holding planets in their orbits and dripping morning dew from the grass in the first light. Without love, without the profound interconnection of things emblazoned on our hearts, without that deep knowing that we are inseparable from all we see, all the riches of the world fall into nothingness. Love is all. Jeff Foster Painter: Catrin Welz Stein