Love within concepts is bounded
to your ability to reason.

Love within contemplation
gives birth to the limitless of our sight.

We are neither here or there,
but everywhere
if we have the love to observe
what is not as clear to our senses
as it is to our minds
after having cleansed ourselves
from the ties concepts elaborate.

If you are happy, can a dictionary
give you its essential meaning?

It can point to a direction,
but your experience
is now the one in charge
of making you recognize
happiness in yourself,
not in the past,
but by feeling happy
once and again.

Love like happiness
is limited by the boundaries
of our thoughts,
unless we are being loving,
so then, instead of having
our thoughts ruling,
there is awareness of them
which makes them to be true
each instant of our lives.

Thoughts are illusions of the mind
that produce action that transcends
the boundaries of our concepts
because beyond our judgments
there is reality, the one that hurts,
and the one that has no suffering,
but love.

One is not exclusive of the other,
and as much as we could desire
to be free from pain,
it is pain itself the one
that makes us understand peace,
but as much as we would desire
for pain to find change,
there is no place to change,
it is only within ourselves,
the fountain of light
that cures it all until
there is nothing more
left to be cured,
that change exists.

This might seem a contradiction,
but it is not.

It depends on the position
where you stand,
then it all fits in place,
but at the same time…

It is a contradiction
painted of
white over black,
black over white,
until
white covers the black,
black covers the white,
and makes it all gray.

As contradictory as it might seem to be free,
only when doing what is best for you and me,
we reach a point of communion
where if rational understanding can’t yet see,
we can’t leave it to the unreal,
it must be lived, experienced,
and afterwards reasoned
within the limits of concepts.

Then, let them free as they once were
before I had them limiting me
by choosing
experience over thought,
freedom over the idea of being free,
happiness over the fantasy of dictionaries,
love over the idea of “me”,
in circles, once and again,
until love becomes it all,
and peace becomes real,
the truth, within each one of us.

Don’t cry if it seems untouchable,
live your tears by seeing others’ pain,
and in that suffering, start giving,
until you lose yourself in others,
and in such disappearance of yourself,
the real you, the one beyond your thoughts
will be free to be love.