Love is no emotion, nor is love a choice;

Love is the nexus uniting the world of physical time to the infinity of Spirit;

It is a conditon of creation without which there could be no beginnings

Whether of living things or inert, whether of the particulate or the systemic
...wthout love Possibility itself could not exist.

Love is not fealty, not affection, nor is it passion:

It gives birth to these in the matrix that is Reflection
...and we call form.

The Light of Love is that which embraces, surrounds, penetrates and resounds
...to the ends of Creation; .This light is the fabric of Time:

It is a living Spirit reflected wholly in one drop of water, as in contemplation
...of universes beyond our own.

The Darkness of Love is that which is unborn;

The womb of the future and the grave of the past herein are One.

Because it is dark it is unmeasurable, and unmeasurable is unknowable.

In this, the Darkness of Love ever exceeds the Light:

Without the Dark, Light could not reflect for it is upon that which is dark
...Light finds form,

And it is through the form of Light that Creation may know its own passage.

 

Love is no champion.

Love is neither religion nor is it philosophy.

Love is reason, both Prime Cause and Intelligence:

It is the why of All, and the why-not of The Unmanifest.

Love desires, it does not consider.

Love yearns, and in that yearning calls forth from its own Darkness
...all form in the birth of Love's Light.

Love ever expands in Light until All is engulfed, enveloping its Darkness
...until there is nothing unknown, nothing unborn, no thing yet to come.

 

Love takes Self hostage, and accepts no ransom:

Just as from Love all things are made, in Love
...all things are undone.