Not many understand the full meaning of unconditional love. By being kind and thoughtful, loving and caring, can these be given without ulterior motive? To many these things given unconditionally speak of a people eater. To some this loving seems conditional because by loving so you intentionally will demand some kind of response.
This is a big lesson to learn. That someone could love you because of who you are and not demand a piece of you. Unconditional love is given from abundance. Conditional love is an oxymoron. You cannot give what you cannot spare.
If spoken from what cannot be spared, it will demand a piece of you. Like a pound of flesh.
Love is not earned by physical acts. There is nothing required from unconditional love but much given. For the just reason that love is not earned by doing something but because you see in the individual what he himself does not.
You give from what you are. From abundance. You give from what you have because it was a Given to you at some time. Someone you respected saw you for whom you were and loved you. All that was required was to accept it.
Most do not know how to accept unconditional love. A catch to it? The only catch is feeling worthy of this gift. Who first told us we were not worthy?
Conditional love shifts. Unconditional love remains steady. And benefits all whom you come in contact. Imagine a world where love is an evolutionary step. Just imagine the godmen. Imagine.
Abundance. . .
In my abundance, I come to you.
In my abundance, I love you.
This love shackles you not
nor binds you tightly in chains.
It gives you freedom to soar
where your spirit wills
and in the same abundance
finds you winging back to me.
Run quickly from a love
which possesses by need.
Its momentary satisfactions
bind you to a life of servitude.
Its very negation of freedom
murders the giver and the recipient.
Love beckons not out of desperation,
but out of abundance.
It is life, calling to life.
It is life, begetting life.
Come to me,
when in your abundance
you would find annihilation in not giving.
When in your joy of living
you would find death in not loving.
the Spirit lives.
art by Claudia Hallissey
Poem Abundance in Psalms of Love
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