Did we ever know that we will find love?

Or will love find us?

We were born out of love, from love and to love.

How can we comprehend this concept while we are sad and depressed?

The beloved is watching us all the time – he is protecting us from our own evil.

Do we have evil in us? Who doesn’t?

We are captured and caged and now that we have been set free, what changed?

Are we improving every day through life?

If we observe, we can watch people, trying to understand how they should behave, what they should say and what they should desire.

Is this us? Or is it us trying to be meaningful?

What if we are not meaningful?

What if we are empty as a white piece of paper. Is that wrong?

Are we not human enough?

Are we not normal enough?

What if we sit here observing life day and night unfolding, and do nothing?

Are we reflecting on ourselves? Or are we reflecting on life? Or love?

What if love means silence?  

What if love is quiet? We can still watch our loved ones and say nothing. And feel love and do nothing.

And what if this thought is nothing and Love is to dissolve and disappear in his presence.