Love: the subject of countless songs, stories, films and poems; the object of relentless desire; the basis of continual heartache.
Love is the reason we pursue the innumerable false gods of our time -- the gods that have hitchhiked in on the coattails of 'civilization.
' The gods we have been brainwashed to believe will answer our prayers: The god of image, whom we believe will bless us with Love if we look the way his propaganda has convinced us we must look; The god of wealth, who has persuaded us our coffers must be swollen and overflowing to afford his blessing of Love; And the god of status, who has fooled us into accepting that without him we are not worthy of Love.
And Love? Love arises of its own accord -- unexpectedly, uncontrollably, like the scent of lilacs wafting by on a breeze in spring.
We cannot obtain it on demand regardless of our outer beauty or our wealth, and unlike designer chocolates, we cannot order it over the Internet.
It is also beyond all name and fame -- the most arrogant celebrity cannot write it into her contract.
It cannot be earned, bribed or manipulated; even to the most deserving, it comes simply as a Gift.
Recognize the futility of pursuing Love by these illusive means, and choose instead the infinitely more satisfying goal of knowing your True Self.
For once you do, you will be thrilled to find Love itself, waiting with open arms, to welcome you home.