If I ask you for a definition of love, what does it mean to you?
Love for a loved one, love for a child?
Romantic love? Inextinguishable passion, perfect complicity, butterflies in the stomach?
Candles, soft light, music, the languorous melody of love, a loving couple embracing, contemplating each other, the exchange of passionate and intense devotional vows?
Perhaps this is how you imagine the image of theideal love or, better said, the perfect couple.
I feel that we tend to cage this energy, to limit it too much with concepts and false beliefs.
Living with love is a path, a natural aspiration that we carry within us. Love is omnipresent. It constitutes us, it is a force that holds the whole universe together. We are essentially made of love, made of God
Why do we have to make an effort to find this source that flows naturally within us?
It is a natural way that we have forgotten little by little by letting other beings, other forces enter and fertilize us, distancing us from this source which is our true being
Thus, men and women suffer from not being themselves, from not being true, authentic, from having to wear masks.