THAT TOO IS SURELY LOVE

I experience the moment of grace that change my life, when I travelled through provinces, districts, cities or villages. It was an awakening feeling.

It was a specific damp burst in my heart and the waters overflowed, the love that came over was never like anything that I experienced before. Like the flood is all consuming and composing. It hardly contains it.

I felt electrified. My body was tingling all over. I was so in love with the whole creation that I wanted to hug anyone I met. I knew that I could not do that because everyone would think I was crazy, still people could feel it. Everywhere I went people would come up to me and said what could I do for you, can I help you, can I give you a ride, can I get you some food. They wanted to be just around me. 

I felt union with the whole creation. Everything is a creation of love. Everything is posing with love. I saw everything is connected and everything is one and everything is radiant with this exquisite aesthetic love.

Only love, you see, could get me on that stage, into the air of my surroundings. People say do travel so that you can feel the most romantic feeling inside you. Trust me, I was sitting alone seeing different shape of buildings, different kind of fashions, the fascinating situations different than where I live now in Singapore. 

Life is much more relax. I like seeing people walking and just enjoying the breeze. You hardly see Singaporeans like that. All is rush. Time is money here.

I fall in love, love and love but to no specific person. It is just to the surroundings me, 

The feeling is like you just have the first kiss, soft and tender, whole of my body shaken. My heart was swollen when I looked at the blue sky. What was it I felt in my stomach like a thousand butterflies desperate to escape when someone threw me a glance across the street? What was it that makes my eyes filled with tears when I saw the blind man on the bus and the couple of white goose and green ducks crossing the small river?

That, too, is surely love.

I know love. I know I love my parent, but I can feel the love I have for my rascals. It is my purpose to give good love. I have found it hard to receive love, for to receive it is much more difficult than to give. I have not cared enough about the love of myself, I have abandoned it, in lieu of the gift of giving.

When I feel love, it makes me cry and it makes me weak. It reduces my defences, but still I love to love. I accept the love my rascals give without question. All other loves are interrogated. But I know love can make me strong and without it I will be truly nothing.

So I will accept receipt of the love of my soul mate with all the grace. But I will go on loving the blind man on the bus or the child with no shoes and no name. For I, too, am love