Love is a dangerous word to use.

Almost as dangerous as God.

By dangerous I mean

so easily misunderstood,

with a myriad of different meanings

and tons of conditioned baggage.

When I talk about this as love

I realise that some will think I mean ..

A cosy,

warm,

lovey dovey,

safe kind of love;

A sentimental

'pink'

kind of love,

but it's not that kind of sentimental love that I mean.

This love is red.

This love is raw.

This love is naked.

There are no exclusions.

This unconditional love,

is totally wild

and completely free.

It's anarchic love.

It doesn't offer any security.

It's not safe at all.

It's not at all what we normally refer to as love.

 

 

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