Love is a finger-pointing to our true nature, it’s only a finger, not the heart of the matter, only a map, not the territory.
We confuse it with what its points too, so we elevate it more than it deserves. We worship it instead of what it points to, we mistakenly think it’s the goal, we think it will compensate for our imagined failings. In the hands of the terminally insecure ego love is a weapon that manipulates, destroys, consoles, shames and distracts.
With a little logic infused into our adventures of love we begin to understand it’s double-edged sword. We are able to take a step back from love, it no longer consumes us, and we get a chance to de-mystify it, to put it back in its proper place. Instead of love being an end, a goal, it becomes a finger-pointing, and we begin to follow it, not with the heat of the ego that cuts and wounds but with the sanity of a clear mind.
Love when worshiped, when seen as the goal, leads us into suffering, love when understood as only a finger that points, never the goal, leads to our true nature, where joy, kindness and compassion are as natural as the shade of a great oak tree.
It is precisely because our present life is so inseparably linked with desire that we must make use of desire’s tremendous energy if we wish to transform our life into something transcendental.