You rise

 You can talk about love all you want.

You can write about it.

Pick it apart. Analyse it.

But then one day, you don’t fall in it.

You rise.

And suddenly every word you’ve ever had for it feels wrong.

Like they belong to someone else.

Like trying to measure the ocean with a spoon.

The mind can’t hold love.

It wouldn’t even know what it was looking at.

Love is its own evidence.

You know it because it’s already you.

When awareness rests in love, it’s not fireworks.

It’s the stillness that feels like home.

The quiet joy that doesn’t need a reason.

The peace that doesn’t ask for proof.

It moves through you…

sometimes as a rush that tingles in your skin,

sometimes as the weightless knowing

that there’s nothing missing.

No one else has to be near you for you to know it.

Because love like this, it’s eternal.

Silent, still, alive, whole.

And sometimes, that love is the courage to walk away.

Other times, it’s the courage to stay.

Not the band-aid that keeps you suffering,

but the choice you make knowing you’ll be okay either way.

Don’t look out there for it.

You’ll never find it.

It’s here.

It’s always been here.

And it’s not leaving ♥