What is Love? Love is an absolute and eternal principle works in humans. Such exercises do that Love is the internal unification of all entities, the merger of spirits in the Unit. In turn, the act of being aware of the principle of love which is in oneself is the feeling of love as the act of being conscious is given to a very intimate level, often not rationalized as I do now.
When that unmoved mover, Love all, first self-contained work in its power to be virtuous, that is driven by that force so inviolable. Once the seed of love enters the heart of being to which love, becomes an irresistible power capable of anything. Uncontrollable force that is manifested in one's own will, transmuting it. At this moment there is the magical act: the will of being in love is the power of love, that is, the will of the lover is the will of Love, is one will that prevails. And that drives the loving will be to do it with all its possibilities, through acts of love, by the manifestation of the will of Love
That will love is the driving to be a manifest on the physical plane the same fusion that occurs in the spiritual, as the light which descends from heaven to earth. Loving will is looking for those who harbor, looking externalize and internalize the external reality outside into an indivisible unit where the difference between external and internal disappears: swallows the white circle around the outside, from within, as being that from within externalized in an embrace their feelings of love, and embrace that spirit to be engulfed in embraces.
As Love unifying beings work internally, in spirit, active sensitivity of those, that is, the power that enables one to be felt in "flesh" which the other may be feeling. That spiritual attunement with other beings is itself of internal lasos, dumped by the love which unites them from within. Thus, if a being is linked internally to the other by the power of love, not hurt, not hurt, however, will strive to capture the happiness of those. Because what they feel he'll be. That is the sensitivity, the source of true goodness, which is universal.
false goodness, however, does not originate from the sensitivity but of morality and its rules, which renders relative rather than universal. Thus, a being with genuine kindness will strive to make others happy without worrying about the formalities, while a false kindness will be with more concerned with formalities such as, for example, wear a veil, make a particular act for a specific day, no sex before marriage, etc., even be able to make the happiness of others to those formalities.
A being without love is suffering the evil of insensitivity, for not being close his mind to other things, will not be able to tune their will with them, so that a being suffers as he may be -be happy superficial happiness, flat, poor, never the true happiness of enjoying Love, without feeling in himself the suffering that the other being treated. A clear example of this type of people are those who attend bullfights without suffering the ill that the poor animals suffer, but rather, enjoying it. They are also such that individuals who discriminate against their spiritual brethren, the other beings, formal differences that deviate from the essential, which is Love Examples are racism, sexism, homophobia, classism, xenophobia, etc. Love seeks to unite, not divide. Love is not divorced, refers. There are many manifestations of love, different, unique, and all beautiful as the source from which they come. I personally choose to take as a symbol of love to love, to lovers, because I believe that the idyllic love between women is the most sublime. Love will be done through the hearts acting on behalf of men in love, full of pure love This is for those that contain within itself the will of Love
Here I would like to quote a poem Girondo Oliver referred to it himself, that sensibility that unites beings inside through the work of Love, the source of true goodness that is universal:
Nerves
stick me in the mud, to walls,
embrace the branches,
penetrate the earth,
spread through the air,
up to the sky.
marble horses
have my own veins.
Any pain hurts my flesh, my bones.
The times I've died
to see kill a bull ..
I take flight.
If a woman goes to bed I lie with her.
many times have I said: Am I
that stone?
But stay by her side.
When lay an egg,
I also cackling.
Just someone I think
To be a memory.
By Sofia Tudela.
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