What is Love?

What is Love?

When someone wants to have a good
day,
you are happy for their having a good
day.

When they have wound themselves into a
bad day
you offer a lifeline
if they want it
and if they don't,
you are happy that they are having whatever misery
they are stuck in that day.

When someone comes by to see you,
you are happy to see them.
If you want to be alone,
you are happy to see them,
and tell them you want to be alone.
If you want to be with them,
you are happy to be with them.

When someone wants to stay away,
you are happy
that they are doing
whatever they are doing
when they are away.

Harsh
and/ or
amazingly liberating truth:
this includes dead people,
and former mates who decided to leave:
they want to / chose to / somehow in reality
are
away.

If we can love them away,
then our love is vast.

If not,
we suffer.

Okay.

And then: the love
who is going to be away,
sometime later:
the one who is dying,
the lover who is leaving:

can we love them as they
slip away
each day
a juicy delight

and then:
when they are
"gone"
is it true
they are "gone?"

Not from our hearts,
if we want them there.

Can't grab them,
touch them,
talk back and forth face to face
(can talk back and forth in the mind/ heart, long
and sweet
and just right conversations)
and
isn't that their business,
and our business to
love them
just the way
they are
even if it's away.

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OVER AT 108 DAYS:
UNDOING WITH LOVE AND LEARNING,

doing the
Work
on the belief/ thought/ story
that
I'm going to miss Marlie when we are apart:
Is that true?