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 as 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, which is truth for 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, one that hurts, one that has no suffering, both, in 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 end, there is no oasis, but within ourselves: a fountain of light that cures it all until there is nothing more left to be cured, so oasis 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. Let concepts roam 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, 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 appear free to be you, love.