we came from love
Essentially when one speaks of making love the purest form on that act without dehumanizing saran wrap they are creating love. That love is life. Two bumbling beings human at best coming together opening up each other in the most vulnerable of ways to create life. We create what we are we are making this. the most amazing miraculous thing unimaginable almost. we are products of love. we are made of love.
Brings around wonder about lives created at other times. Children who are brought to this world by oppression - by force - by silencing - by hurting. If there is no acknowledged love what is created? loveless life? Is love required to make love. Can something ugly and angry still create that lifelove. Or perhaps making love is just an empty sugarcoated expression. Are we all just tubes and pumps mass producing in a crumbling warehouse?
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But then are you saying that the only thing love can be created is by having sex? I don't think you are. But if a person is created by loveless sex, they do not necessarily have a loveless life. Love can be brought to them. Love is in the heart of the beholder. Everyone has love inside of them and everyone has the ability to give love. It's just our choice whether we want to show it or bring it other people's lives. Honestly, I don't even know what love is. We've had conversations about this. I thought I knew. But I really don't. Well maybe I do. To me, I feel love all the time but if I'm not in the moment feeling it, love is lost upon me. It's like this mystery zone. Not that love is lost, it's just I can't explain what it is, unless I'm feeling it right then and there. Does that make sense? I know love is all around, and it's a beautiful thing. It's just so hard to explain. I feel like it's better to explain love with your actions then it is with your words. Some words just aren't good enough to explain it.
Sorry for this ramble. It makes no sense ha.
sex is so machine-like to the point where it seems empty. machine versus machine, all cold and clean metals coming together for this newer and possibly better-working machine. it's scary and gets to the point where it really weirds me out blegh. but..when you're really in love with someone...when you KNOW you're in love with someone. it just works. you're kind of just lost in each others feelings and when you come together, it's like that's the way it was always meant to be. you and this other person as one. like two halves becoming a whole. and it really can be a beautiful thing. honest.
but people sometimes lose the meaning in it all, which really is a shame. and as for the children who are brought into the world through oppression- conception plays no part but rather the bringing up of the child is what's most important. while the child may not be adorned with love in the womb it is the physical touch and comfort and love of it's mother - or perhaps it's adoptive mother considering the circumstance- that matters most.
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