Gerrit Gielen

Before form,
before name,
before thought —
there is Love.

Not felt,
but breathing.
Not owned,
but all-pervading.

Love is the field
in which stars arise
and hearts remember themselves.
Nothing stands outside it.
Nothing ever has.

Within you,
Love knows itself as you.
Within all that lives,
Love reaches toward you.

Do not ask whether you can love.
Ask instead
what remains
when all resistance falls away.

What is real
cannot be divided.
And yet the world appears fractured —
through fear,
through forgetting.

Fear is not darkness.
It is Love unaware of itself.

From fear arise stories of separation:
self and other,
inside and outside,
mine and yours.
They build worlds,
borders,
identities —
useful,
but not true.

Separation is a dream
moving across the surface of Being.
Beneath it,
the One breathes
as many.

In this time,
the dream grows thin.
Veils soften.
Eyes meet.
And something ancient stirs:
I know you.

Difference is a gesture of Love,
not a fracture.
Multiplicity is how the One delights in itself.

Look at the forest.
No tree competes.
No leaf asks permission to fall.
All are held
by the same silent intelligence.

In human worlds,
the mind grows loud.
Fear speaks quickly.
Still,
the ground of Love remains untouched.

So too in relationships.
The mind seeks to contain
what the heart knows is infinite.
It calls this safety.
The soul calls it constriction.

Love is not stillness frozen.
It is living movement.
A sacred unfolding.

The soul longs to expand,
to shine in many directions,
like a star offering light
without preference.

When Love is asked to choose a single shape,
it aches —
not from betrayal,
but from being larger
than the form it is given.

Thus forms dissolve.
Not as failure,
but as initiation.
Life releases what can no longer hold it.

A soul bond is not possession.
It is recognition.
Two infinities
bowing to one another.
Sometimes they walk together.
Sometimes apart.
Always within the same field.

Growth does not require sameness.
Only truth.

No single being
can mirror the whole of you.
And you are not meant to be contained.

This is not loss.
It is the generosity of existence.

True Love does not bind.
It blesses.
It does not say: stay.
It whispers: be.

Love and freedom
are one movement,
one pulse.

Love is not ended by time.
It is not broken by death.
When bodies fall away,
essence meets essence —
clear,
immediate,
unveiled.

And though the world trembles with fear,
a subtler current flows beneath:
a remembering of Source.

Hierarchies loosen.
Certainties dissolve.
Hearts begin to listen.
The shift does not arrive by force.
It rises
from within.

Love does not conquer.
It reveals.

How do you align with this remembering?
By surrender.

Not giving up —
but giving over.

Release the names.
The fears.
The identities you mistook for yourself.
Let the falling hurt
if it must.

What remains
is what has always been.
Breath.
Presence.
Love.

© Gerrit Gielen

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