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When the tri factor of Love takes over, you are left mindless and in a numb state. This feeling; Both overwhelming and pleasant will suppress your tolerances of anything. This factor of emotion, sensuality and glee will royally hit you in the face... then you know. Your caught, your stuck in this rabbit hole of feelings and dwindling downward as the feeling proceeds. Love makes no conditions, no ifs, no buts and means something different to everyone; To artists, love is color, to writers, love is words and to comics, love is laughter. Love is your imagination running wild in a field of smoke. According to "Osho", there is no "Love" there is desire, hope and success.
Writing about love, you start thinking about your own feelings and your own significant other, in that case, my heart is ecstatic, gleefully smoking every blunt in that field of smoke. So normally, I only write when I'm scared or upset or in a state of distress but this time is different. I felt the need to write out my feelings, I felt the need to express my heart and mind because of what I think is love. I've exercised my thoughts, I've differentiated between lust, love and desire. I'd like to say that I've proved Osho wrong in the love department because this overcoming feeling of heartfelt words and actions is something other than just desire or lust. In lust, I have needs, these needs turn to feelings. In desire, I have wants, these wants turn to a picture of something that I need but can't find. In love, you just do, you do what you feel, need or want. You do to make you and your loved one feel good about yourselves. This is it and I am one of the select few that get to enjoy this feeling of mindless, numb love.
Reminiscing of my past where I thought I was in love, it's simple to forget yourself in lust. It's even more simple to forget about everyone else in lust.
to be continued...
Writing about love, you start thinking about your own feelings and your own significant other, in that case, my heart is ecstatic, gleefully smoking every blunt in that field of smoke. So normally, I only write when I'm scared or upset or in a state of distress but this time is different. I felt the need to write out my feelings, I felt the need to express my heart and mind because of what I think is love. I've exercised my thoughts, I've differentiated between lust, love and desire. I'd like to say that I've proved Osho wrong in the love department because this overcoming feeling of heartfelt words and actions is something other than just desire or lust. In lust, I have needs, these needs turn to feelings. In desire, I have wants, these wants turn to a picture of something that I need but can't find. In love, you just do, you do what you feel, need or want. You do to make you and your loved one feel good about yourselves. This is it and I am one of the select few that get to enjoy this feeling of mindless, numb love.
Reminiscing of my past where I thought I was in love, it's simple to forget yourself in lust. It's even more simple to forget about everyone else in lust.
to be continued...