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.
without fluid body
without appeal or allure
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
do i want to do with such love?
are a condition that throbs with
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
then only can i love the You
- unconditionally -
when the You and the I
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
i have sense
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
that it is a love that acknowledges its limits
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.