“If these old walls could speak …” We speak of Love, when it relates to our Mother or Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, or anyone else it feels directed toward and connected to. We speak of the Love we feel in our hearts, in our spirit, in the depths of our entire being, and without. We speak of the Love of God, the Universe, Yahweh, … “the Nameless One”. We speak of our Love for the Trees and all aspects of Mother Nature from whatever perspective we see Her. We speak of Love of where we have been, where we are, and where we are going.
Yet, what of when we speak out loud, say in our mind, or feel in our entire being, “I Love You”, and it is not directed to any of these I’ve mentioned? What of this Love we feel, that which is triggered by the words of a song, a melody, or even the mere touch of the string on a cello? What of this Love that abounds at the sound of a voice, a word spoken, a beautiful vista, or even a moment alone without distraction. What of this Love that just is, and is so huge and overwhelming that we have to just sit down, or stand quietly when it wells up from deep within, leaving us fumbling with, “uh, what was I just doing”? This Love that has us wanting to just wrap our arms around whatever or whoever is near, just for the sake of passing it on.
At times, I feel I could stand in front of, or better yet amongst any audience, and without a word infect them with this sense of boundless Love that wells up and out like the burst of a photon torpedo. Or better yet, emanates without me like a limitless white light. I imagined myself standing in front of a woman I love and telling her (as she knows) that I Love her. Yet, the Love I feel within me is so much greater than the Love we share that I know this is where I have to direct my attention right now. To what end, or function I don’t presently know. And, many of you won’t even begin to comprehend of what I am speaking. Yet, there it is.
Peter J Quandt