Can I make a distinction between you and me? Not if I’m honest about it.
Do I love you as I love myself? Not sure you’d want that.
What does that even mean – love myself? Feels kind of split. Love needs an object, right? Like I love you. Love needs to be aimed at a target, right? But if I love myself I feel kind of torn.
How does love get that way in the first place? So that it needs an object?
That would happen if there were people I didn’t love.
Maybe I confuse love and want.
I want you.
I want you bad enough, I say I love you.
So love is heartfelt preference?
Is this the same love that can be unconditional?
If love can ever be unconditional, then it can never be otherwise. The unconditioned always was and always will be. It doesn’t depend.
Like truth – always present, seldom seen.
The unconditioned must be everywhere and always.
So if I wake up in love, I wake up in the heartfelt experience of all.
What if my mind can only hold my beloved?
What if my mind can only hold what I want? How do I get my mind to hold all?
Hard to do.
Maybe it’s hard not to do. Maybe that’s what all the fighting’s about.
I heard once that if you’re not yet a Buddha you should expect some difficulties.