Being Love


Lost in the delusions of the mind
We imagine that we love.
But what kind of love is one that
Asks for something in return?
We think we want to be loved by others
But what use does it serve
When our cup is empty.
Truth is,
We long to neither give
Nor to receive.
For love simply is.
We long to be
Divine Love itself.

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