Love is the strangest imperative on the planet; strange because we really don't understand it, and an imperative because we can't help but seek it, long for it and try to pursue it all our life.
But what we don't and can't realise is that love is always here. In trying to understand love at any level we overlook the reality of love and mislead ourselves with concepts and notions of love that can never be the real thing.
The difficulty is our human nature and its agency, the human mind. The mind always has a question. It wants answers so that it can know something.
But it is impossible to know love. You can only love love. And when that love of love is deep enough to have transformed your human nature and your mind, you then are love. But still you won't know love. You can only know what is separate from you. When you are love there's no separation, no distinction, so no knowing.
Nevertheless you are then the knowledge of love. In the knowledge or being of love there is no more to know about love, life, truth, death or God; no more questions, no more doubt.
By comparison, knowing anything leads to another question which is a form of doubt. A good example of this is science. Irrespective of what science discovers or knows it always has another question - the insatiable drive to know more. So it is with everybody, particularly in respect of love.
What is this love beyond understanding, beyond the grasp of the mind?
It is life.
So beyond your mind you are life. And when you real-ise life you realise what you are.
Life is immortal, not mortal like the mind. Life is in every living thing so unlike the mind it is not individual, personal or particular. Life is always here, wherever here may be; because you are always here. And life does not change, move or waver. Only life-forms change and disappear. But life which animates them goes on unaffected.
Every human being loves life. All endeavour to survive - unless the burden of their human nature is so intolerable that they destroy their own form, their own body. Even so, the life they are is unaffected.
Life is the mystery behind the whole of existence - behind living and death.
You in your reality are that mystery.
And like mystery, there's just no end to Thee.
Extract from the Barry Long book title:
'A Prayer For Life' (pp 89-91) BUY A COPY HERE