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Meditations on love
tycho
#1 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 8:08:33 AM
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Just when youth is fast fading from me, do I get a clinch on the meaning of true love. And if I have to look at my past deeds I can only see my wickedness and it's a miracle that I haven't turned into a pillar of salt.

Despite my most ardent protestations of love has been an insidious amount of self deceit so carefully covered that to see my sinful nature has been so difficult.

Like whenever I have been asked, 'and why do you love me?' I have often fumbled for an answer. Now and then mumbling words I guess would please my listener's ears. And the answers have been so varied that in my place of quiet I have found myself sweating in shame.

But now my beloved, I love you, because in my contemplation of you I so lose myself and my desire, that only you remains.
FRM2011
#2 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 8:58:19 AM
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I know am going town regret doing this but here I go.

@Tycho, does love really exist ? Is it comprehensible or even describable ?

Does it evoke a discernible pattern of behaviour ? Can we analyze it further or is it just an emotion that defies rational examination ?
MKWASI
#3 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 9:01:13 AM
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tycho wrote:
Just when youth is fast fading from me, do I get a clinch on the meaning of true love. And if I have to look at my past deeds I can only see my wickedness and it's a miracle that I haven't turned into a pillar of salt.

Despite my most ardent protestations of love has been an insidious amount of self deceit so carefully covered that to see my sinful nature has been so difficult.

Like whenever I have been asked, 'and why do you love me?' I have often fumbled for an answer. Now and then mumbling words I guess would please my listener's ears. And the answers have been so varied that in my place of quiet I have found myself sweating in shame.

But now my beloved, I love you, because in my contemplation of you I so lose myself and my desire, that only you remains.


Hongera...Unaambatanisha hisia na nafsi kwa ustadi.
tycho
#4 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 9:17:30 AM
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FRM2011 wrote:
I know am going town regret doing this but here I go.

@Tycho, does love really exist ? Is it comprehensible or even describable ?

Does it evoke a discernible pattern of behaviour ? Can we analyze it further or is it just an emotion that defies rational examination ?


The anticipation of regret is called fear, and for the fearful love can't exist. That is, it becomes difficult to find and experience.

Yet there's a science of love. Describable to the smallest detail. Beyond emotion, to the point of indifference.

Allow me to illustrate with a story. There once was this Zen monk who was taken by people to be so pious. But one day the neighbor's daughter became pregnant and upon interrogation she said that it was the monk that had impregnated her. When the parents went to him, he just said, 'is that so?' And took the child to his care. After some time, the girl was filled with guilt and decided to say the truth. It was a fisherman's child. Up to now the villagers had shunned the monk for his immorality, and the parents were so full of guilt and rushed to the monk.

'Is that so?' The monk asked again and let the child, the parents, the villagers, his ego, go.

The monk understood the science of love.
tycho
#5 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 9:19:08 AM
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MKWASI wrote:
tycho wrote:
Just when youth is fast fading from me, do I get a clinch on the meaning of true love. And if I have to look at my past deeds I can only see my wickedness and it's a miracle that I haven't turned into a pillar of salt.

Despite my most ardent protestations of love has been an insidious amount of self deceit so carefully covered that to see my sinful nature has been so difficult.

Like whenever I have been asked, 'and why do you love me?' I have often fumbled for an answer. Now and then mumbling words I guess would please my listener's ears. And the answers have been so varied that in my place of quiet I have found myself sweating in shame.

But now my beloved, I love you, because in my contemplation of you I so lose myself and my desire, that only you remains.


Hongera...Unaambatanisha hisia na nafsi kwa ustadi.


Asante. Uhuru u hapo.
tycho
#6 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 9:54:10 AM
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In the height of love, it's easy to see what heaven and hell are.

The body, like the flower, is soon gone to be replaced with another. But love goes beyond the body. So does hell. The former is the fire of life burning without end, yet it's effect is ineffable joy, and peace. The latter is the fire of life met with repression, and anger, and confusion yet burning with no end.

Before stepping into the grave, the die is already cast. Heaven and hell are domains of the 'living' -in the most obvious sense of the term.
Muriel
#7 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 10:31:33 AM
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What is love or who is it.


How can love be when there is hell?
Swenani
#8 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 3:47:19 PM
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Love is an ecstasy that kills our brain cells and weakens our ability to see and act rationally.
If Obiero did it, Who Am I?
tycho
#9 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 7:12:15 PM
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Muriel wrote:
What is love or who is it.


How can love be when there is hell?


Love, like energy can only be seen by the effect of the power involved, and the events involved in the perfect union, and relation of the 'I' and 'thou', and the seperation once again; and the union again, into an eternal dance of giving the self to the other and for the other. Mutually.

Such power is it; and even more, personified into 'God'.

There's hell because it's not necessary for it to be. Yet it is. The ego can fail to yield. Can fail to see, or even hear. One can despise knowledge and hence perish.
tycho
#10 Posted : Thursday, September 04, 2014 7:15:22 PM
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Swenani wrote:
Love is an ecstasy that kills our brain cells and weakens our ability to see and act rationally.


True. Love is irrational, that's why it has no fear. Rationality is about fear. Holding back. Putting up barriers. I know of no greater evil than pure rationality.
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