on the thought of unconditional love

shakespeare once wrote Love is not love which alters / when it alteration finds / or bends with the remover to remove / Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken  

it says something quite beautiful but it is rather lost in idealism that smells of suspect romanticism.

so now i start thinking of it - unconditional love.

to love

without conditions

without face

without fluid body

without beauty

without heart

without smell

without appeal or allure

without sound

without frown

without desire

without form

we love within conditions, even if it is at times such perfect imperfect conditions

there is no way that can i love unconditionally - no no NO!

unconditional love has no skin

no touch

no feel

no drunkeness

no fire

no thirst

no animal

no madness

no intoxification

no instinct

what WHAT

WHAT

do i want to do with such love?

uhm!?

the You

the I

are a condition that throbs with

conditional breathing

conditional blood

conditional sensuality

conditional hormonality

can i love the You unconditionally?

can you love the Me unconditionally?

free of space?

devoid of time?

can i love

the You without that look

the You without that depth of questing living

the You without voice

without skin

without head

without existence

then only can i love the You

 - unconditionally -

when the You and the I

have stopped

existentualising

consciousnessificationising

and do i want that?

do I REALLY want to love unconditionally?

no, not me.

we are too alive to live unconditionally

to love unconditionally

i might have no religion

i might have no eternity

i might have no definition for what love is

but i have dependence on

my essense as

living being

i have sense

and

i have need

and that makes me out of love

with unconditional love

i will be liar

i will be charlatan

if i announce love to function unconditionally

  

unconditional love is that love

for the blind romantic idealists

 - save their souls –

that love for the dedicated religious fanatics

 - save their souls too !

give me rather love full of groping

and precarious conditions

i want to get drunk

on an overflow of 

strivingly changing tempestuous temperamentality

i want to get lost and found in such 

finely cut imperfect conditions

to be able to love within the bounds of conditions

means much more than loving in the limbo-istic space of unconditionalilty

i'll celebrate conditional love

on condition

that it is a love that acknowledges its limits

its un-eternity

so that we do not cling,

do not mould

love into an unfathomable pit of unconditions.

conditions is ultimately

what makes us love and live.