Love Limits
Love “was a Greek God who only desired Beauty.
Though he himself was never beautiful, he constantly had and lacked
beautiful things and people—he was, at once, never beautiful nor ugly.”
Plato, when he gave Love this face, defined Love as a transitive state.
Yet, this is not the case. Love
Guides blind eyes.
It is not a question of where is beauty, but rather, where is home?
Love does not know circumstance, she speaks in languages of truth and flaws—dialects
that live undetected by society. We spend our lives searching, seeking another, living
unaware of the fact that sight is not the means by which we can find any matter of beauty.
Bodies changed into letters and words. We know “black,” “brown,” “white,” “fat,” “skinny,” yet
do we know “good” and “evil?” The heart does not care what vessel brings goodness,
only that is does. By confining our experience to shapes and forms and rules of
interaction and attraction, we forget to truly see.
Love guides our bodies
To a new level of understanding—of connection between mind, body, and heart.
The world claims to know the rules of love, but if love is war and love is never fair and
love can only be between a man and a woman, then maybe Plato is right, and our Love is
only concerned with physicalities. We define love in direct response to our ability to
control it—we assign love our faults. If love is water, we must not
Question its ability to show itself in the form of rain or hurricane, but instead, learn how to
breathe underwater. For knowing love is not about seeing its face or withstanding its
force. Society enjoys coloring in bodies and situations and drawing lines between its
own inhabitants. But if love is water, she follows her own lines, proving that love has its
own dialogue, colors, and
limits.