Love Without an Object
Parth:
One night, as I was lying down, something utterly unexpected happened. I was not seeking anything, not praying, not meditating—just resting. Suddenly, an explosion of love burst forth within me. Not love as you know it—not for a person, not for a thing—just love. It was as if my heart had been pierced from behind, and in my chest, there was only shoonya—absolute nothingness, yet bursting with boundless love.
My body was overwhelmed, almost trembling with the sheer intensity of it. I got up, unsure what was happening. If this love was for someone, it would make sense. But there was no object, no face, no memory—just this boundless, consuming love. I rushed to the bathroom, feeling as if I must scream, "I love you!" But to whom? There was no one.
Then I put someone in front of me—imagined a person—and love was there. I put the water in front of me—love was there. I held a bucket in my hands—love was there. Everywhere I turned, whoever or whatever I looked at, the same overwhelming love remained.
And then, I understood. This love did not belong to anyone. It was not given, nor was it received. It was simply there—causeless, unbound, free. What most people call love is just an arrangement—if you do this, I love you; if you don’t, I don’t. But this… this was not mine, not yours—it was simply the way existence is.
Most people think love is about something or someone. No. Love is not something you do. Love is something you become. If you become it, then whether you hold a rock, touch a tree, or look at the sky, love is all you will find.
If you ever experience love without an object, just know—life is happening to you in its most beautiful way. If you allow it, this love can become the very basis of your existence. Then you will not need a reason to love; you will simply be love.
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