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.

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.

Is there a disease or affliction, or condition whose root cause isn't the lack of love, and whose cure isn't love?

I love love and falling inlove, it does feel good, it feel better than bonus and ROI

Love goes beyond pain and pleasure. From the physical to the spiritual, the greatest lover is master over the orgasm.

I was a young boy when I got my first orgasm. My anticipation of a second one were filled with the question, 'uchungu itafika saa ngapi?' Painful pleasure. After that my psychological life hinged on this pleasurable circuit. Love, being connected to pleasure became sexual and orgasmic. Any pain was met by a desire to reactivate my pleasure circuits. Stress increasing 'libido'.

That's how one builds a prison from within. And proceeds to imprison the other. For now, like in my case, I had to look for ways to satisfy my brain circuit needs. And because my brain isn't 'unique' other circuits that fit could be found. And hence a false concept of love reinforced. The theme of false love is self satisfaction. Relationships are turned into strategies of self satisfaction and trade offs.

True love on the other hand must involve a constant rewiring of my brain networks. Avoidance of any addiction and expectations. Indifference and equanimity.

Thus love making is quite the opposite of what many think. It's about:

1. Mutual healing and circuit changing in the brain

2. Enlightenment

3. Transformation

4. Creation- physical to spiritual

5. Nurturing of the creation

6. Meditation

That is, love making goes beyond coitus. Love making is a powerful tool even in education, sports, organization design and sustainance, and all interpersonal relations.

Loving your neighbor as yourself is difficult not because it's unnatural but because the techniques for such a practice haven't been taught to most of us.

oh lord, make it easy.

@Kysse, why does a child cry?