Intensity is relative.
Love by its nature is never forceful - it is neither intense in the giving or the receiving - and mysteriously it is not relative either to person or circumstance.
In epic tales throughout history one hears of the opposite to this being true - accounts of passion and sacrifice, acts of war and in defence of all, with heroes and heroines where intensity and extreme relativism and context is everything.
However the purest of love, in its high notes, although subtle is not singular. It is a sensing of that membrane where we meet with Spirit, where we can divine the embrace of the cosmic ethers, and of all that are contained with this love.
For every impulse, forceful enterprise, momentum and expansion, is dynamically so very active, enabled by this divine working miracle of love, that the parts do not digest the whole and the compendium of universal beings co-exist, and do so very well.
True love is not cosmetic, nor existing for just the happy joy of it - its purpose, its action, is truly the experience of the ‘unknowable’ and in this we come closer to God.
If there was a word which meant the very opposite of ‘intense’ although being at the same time the most powerful - intense without the intensity - we might be able to describe with it - yet such a word does not exist.
And, there amongst the unpredictability of all the moving parts of Creation and the wills of each individual, there are, there is, a pure love amongst us containing and cordoning, collaborating and conjoining - and only ever truly understood when we be still enough to sense its subtlety amongst us.
For every impulse, forceful enterprise, momentum and expansion, is dynamically so very active, enabled by this divine working miracle of love, that the parts do not digest the whole and the compendium of universal beings co-exist, and do so very well.
True love is not cosmetic, nor existing for just the happy joy of it - its purpose, its action, is truly the experience of the ‘unknowable’ and in this we come closer to God.
If there was a word which meant the very opposite of ‘intense’ although being at the same time the most powerful - intense without the intensity - we might be able to describe with it - yet such a word does not exist.
And, there amongst the unpredictability of all the moving parts of Creation and the wills of each individual, there are, there is, a pure love amongst us containing and cordoning, collaborating and conjoining - and only ever truly understood when we be still enough to sense its subtlety amongst us.
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