What Unconditional Love Feels Like
It feels like no words can convey it.
It feels like there’s nothing more to achieve.
It feels like I’m complete.
It feels like warm toast on a cold winter night.
It feels like purity.
It feels like… … …
It feels like this is it.
It feels like Ahhhhh… This!
It feels like the sharing of it is set to auto-pilot and that’s completely okay.
It feels like there’s no more longing for sex, junk food, video games, pornography, ciggies, alcohol, weed — you name it.
It feels like a warm glow.
It feels like the natural way of being.
It feels like sunlight massaging me.
It feels truly unconditional — no matter who they are, where they are from, or what they have done — the love is to be shared with them.
It feels continuous.
It feels soft.
It feels expansive.
It feels like it depends on nothing.
It feels like rainbows.
It feels like poetry.
It feels like a song.
It feels choiceless.
It feels devoid of logic.
It feels effortless.
It feels like heaven on earth.
