Wild Love

Can you love with no conditions?

It sounds like a simple question

But, in reality, it might take you,

Your entire eternity to answer.

The universe is made of laughter

But, to discover what's so funny

You might visit hell and heaven

More times than you can count.

If there is nothing else but love

Then what are the conditions?

What would they be made of?

Where would love disappear?

Isn't it only thanks to conditions

That we are able to fully feel it?

To know exactly how love flows

Shouldn't we put it in a nice box?

A bit like if we would wrap a gift

With much care for the surprise

Just looking at the paper around

You'll never guess what is hidden.

And, aren't all gifts made of love?

So, why sometimes are we so sad

Why do we never dare to receive

The most wild kind of love there is?

The real problem is not in the offer

Most know exactly how to give it all

Each can provide the unconditional

But so few know how to receive it.

This is where the real challenge is

Our incapacity to feel what's there

It's the visceral terror inside the being

That prevents you from feeling true love.

You can love unconditionally only

When heart of the other can open

When the one who receives, feels

Has the courage to be loved thus.

You cannot offer your unlimited love

To someone who doesn't trust you

It's up to them to decide and choose

How much of this wild love they desire.

Love is like a forever flowing fountain

It will never dry and never disappear

But if the other is not even that thirsty

Do you think they would care to drink?

Some might come with a big truck

Fill their reservoirs with those waters

Some might try to put it in plastic bottles

To keep it safe or to sell it, who knows.

Some might move next to that fountain

Put a permanent camping site around

They will drink when they truly want to

Rest of time they will honor its beauty.

Some might try to create the walls

Tell everybody it's now just owned

They might not even drink in there

But still forbid the free open access.

Some might be so happy, excited

They have finally found its source

They might scream on the rooftop

To let the entire world know this.

But how to tell them where it is?

It's not really hidden, but still

To get to that mysterious place

They must suspend judgment.

Are you insane or just naively fool?

How can I stop using my safe reason

How can I look at you now and trust

The unlimited, unconditional love?

How do you even want me to stop

Cruel judgments that are so dear

This is my favorite self-protection

This is exactly how I close to love.

The rigid conditions of my prison

The comfortable, safe structures

Boring existence of usual known

Still feels less terrifying than wild.

And yet, I still dream in my silence

Of being held in mysterious ways

Of feeling the supporting ground

While flying like a galaxy in space.

But how can I have a body in form

If I don't accept certain conditions?

How can I make my soul experience

Something so strangely omnipresent?

To find love, I need to hide it first

To discover it one day, I must forget

To remember, I need to taste the pain

The bitterness of losing and betrayal.

Where would be the meaning of our life

If we already mastered how to truly love

Where would we even find any pleasure

If there were no conditions to overcome?

If you live in a house without any walls

Could you even say you have a house?

How would you differentiate in and out

If your love is unconditionally boundless?

Can you feel this exciting moment inside

Shift from numbness to sensing arriving

How can you bloom in unknown textures

If you have never conditioned the love?

The silly irony of paradoxical existence

To create the desired soul expansion

We must embrace the full contraction

The most intense unloving condition.

What value the joy of liberation has

If you have never been imprisoned?

How can you know how poison tastes

If you have never dared to drink it?

If love is like our second breath

If love feels like the little death

If love makes us powerfully alive

Then how can you say no to it?

Maybe it's precisely why you run

From raw intensity and wildness

The love that has zero conditions

What could be more terrifying?

Can you even imagine the power

If all the energy in entire universe

Could be felt in that magic instant

When you get into freedom of love.

Will your heart be strong enough?

Will your mind choose to accept it

Will your body completely surrender

Could your soul trust such unknown?

Do you understand what it means

You ask for love with no conditions

But you don't yet have what it takes

To even be able to openly receive it.

This kind of love can literally kill you

It can destroy your soul like a tornado

If you have no idea how to remain still

In the frequency of unconditional love.

True love is the most secret weapon

It's the deadliest strategy there is

There is no war you could be losing

If you knew how to let it transform you.

When to open and when to close

When to give and when to receive

When to hold and when to let go

All the variations of to be or not to be.

Love that is truly without conditions

Transcends, this love doesn't care

About any of those limited questions

It already knows it's all of it everywhere.

Can you die because you loved too much?

Of course you can. And you probably will.

One day you may be lucky or crazy enough

To let your deep heart explode thanks to it.

Don't be naive, you will suffer greatly still

Love doesn't come in nice color pink only

The entire range of electromagnetic field

Is already integral part of such deep love.

Maybe you should be sincerely grateful

When people put some wise boundaries

When they clearly tell you the conditions

To give it or to receive the love from you.

What if the conditions are even required

To have any real pleasure of playing love

What if it's exactly what keeps you safe

What if unconditional love is an illusion?

The ultimate summit of all the illusions

The point of singularity of all the veils

The void of the entire shared existence

What would you do in a space like that?

Isn't it hilarious to consciously realize

That those silly lies of conditional love

Is exactly what keeps you so passionate

About your own self-transcendence?

Doesn't that make you laugh out loud

This funny situation of such confusion

When your fears have melted by magic

And, you saw the love, but didn't take it.

Have you understood why it happened

What kind of new conditions you desired

What was the emerging game you wanted

What is the construct we have co-created?

Once you see and recognize true love

Wild, unknown, crazy stuff can happen

And, yet, you would probably not bother

You might be possessed by its powers.

The irrelevance of meaningless action

The confusion about what's real or not

How do you actually distinguish in you

The difference between love and fear?

Once you understand how to answer

How to feel the subtlety of the question

Once you actually see both as whole

You might be able to feel unconditional.

So, the paradox of wild love is endless

It's a game that never actually stops

Your entire existence, life and death

Are bound by our nonexistent conditions.