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I think I must be some sort of Buddhist pervert . . .
I love to practice . . .
. . . coming my beloved cushion . . . have to go :om:
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What do I love? hmmm.. :scratch:
I would probably say there are attachments within my love for my partner and my mother for sure. There are so many things I 'love' but I can see there are some form of attachment in most of them be it a tiny bit of attachment or a lot. For example I like designing things and working, producing something that the client is happy with at the end, their happiness I probably have a certain amount of attachment to. So I would say that this question is not so easy to answer as it may seem IMO.
I love the moments I can just be. When I take the dog out at 5am and the dark and silence is just there, and I can breathe deeply the fresh air from the fresh fallen snow (except right now it is raining and melting the snow). I love to just stop for a moment, take a couple breaths and just feel whatever is.
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I wonder if we have to abandon our non attachment to love?
When attached there is only varying degrees.
Altruism be damned, I love the feeling I get from helping others especially if it improves their self worth.
AND..
If we theorize about unconditional love from our conditional experiences of love aren't we really full of BS?
and to those out there who say "Come on Howard, it's not the size that matters,
....Call me.
How did you expect to get to the unconditional except through the conditioned. Love to know . . .
Scratch that. I think I might be in love with Nancy Wilson. But then who isn't?
What is left to differentiate?
Maybe there is mundane and spiritual love/compassion?
The absense of that "you" in the experience.