love, truth.
Jul 8, 2010 Love, Truth
(c) Stella Honey Yoon, 2010
I truly thought I'd be the last one to say this, this shy attempt at admittance. I am surprised that these words are pouring out of the most sincere parts of my soul. Today I sit here marvelling at the power of Love. Those who know me well enough would have noticed that I have been a skeptic of the ferocious epidemic. I never vouched full faith as I shamefully uttered the L-word to people whom I wondered whether they really deserved it. Or if they actually knew what it meant. For me, I could not really fathom what the concept actually encompassed, what it repelled and what was its core founded of. Numerous conjectures and academic discourse by the famous and the dead only left me in greater doubt, that in reality, none of these intellectuals had any idea of what was really going on.
Then it came one day. It crept up behind me and showered me wet with its tide of mirth. I was shocked, to say the least, as its spray of luminous moisture was like none other, and the serendipity of the situation had left me stark naked and helpless. What are you? How dare you leave me so exposed, bare? I crept in a tight wound, my heart like a pink foetus learning to breathe. The womb enclosed upon me. I felt the greatest change implode within me as I felt Warmth drench every inch and feather.
The feeling of Love was as such.
Only that and none other.
I opened my eyes to the Warmth and mingled with its breadth upon me. Then I began to see things--what I mean by this is that I began to see things Anew. The elements of daily life that I subconsciously forgot or failed to grasp meaning of now shone with newfound significance.
How sharing the same blue-sky shelter could feel so special in itself.
How blurting out the same exclamations or bursting out in laughter at the exact same moment becomes natural.
How parting even just for moments is a stone wedged into the ends of your stomach.
How spiritual disconnect feels so much more painful than physical distractions.
How little differences and discord does not change the unconditional feeling underneath.
How everything in life begins to have Reason--no, they always must have had Reason, yet you only see it now as you realise that everything that exists evolves around your universe.
How you see that Love is now your emblem of Truth that guides you through midnight and dawn. How he is indeed the Truth that keeps the heart at flight.
Love is truth. Truth is Love.