love is empty.
it is only when we fill it with our desires, our needs and our attachments that it ceases to be love and slips from our hearts and minds. abide quietly and be absorbed by the emptiness you never left. if this isn’t love, i don’t know what is. once you’ve experienced this love, you are unable to keep it jealously. you are required to give it away to all things and all beings because it is really all things and all beings.
love is empty. it has to be in order to contain this infinite universe.
love is empty. it can never be filled.
love is empty. try squeezing air in your hand. love is empty. it escapes your strangling grasp yet fills your gasping lungs as it surrounds your living body.
love is empty… you’re breathing it right now.
