The Union of Radha and Krishna

Define love, and regret defining it. The moment you define it, you confine it.

Describe love, and regret describing it. The moment you describe it; words begin appearing thin.

There are no scriptures for love. No charts. No dictionaries. No principles capable of containing it.

Love is within man. Love is shut up inside man; it needs only to be released. The question is not how to produce it, but how to uncover it.

Take the example of digging a well into the earth. All we do is dig, and after some depth, the water appears. Uncovering love is just as simple.

But man has devoted more time to creating obstructions than to becoming a facilitator of love.

Take our beloved Ganga. She flows from Gangotri, travelling through narrow strips, steep mountains, then meandering across the plains of North India before dividing herself into countless distributaries just before entering the sea.

Just as slope is inherent to the ground, and the ability to flow is inherent to water, so is love inherent to human beings.

But if dams are engineered across the river, can she be stopped from reaching the ocean?

Yes, she can.

Man has done something similar with love. He has built dams against it.

The very culture people are proud of, the very religion that teaches tolerance, the very God they pray to - either misrepresented love, spread hatred against strangers, or justified nothing but honor killings.

Love is inherent in man. If the obstructions are removed with awareness, love can flow again.

The most obvious obstruction has been the opposition to sex and passion. This barrier has destroyed the possibility of the birth of love within man.

Religion and culture pour poison against sex into the mind of man. They create conflict and war. They engage man in battle against his own primary energy - and so man has become weak, coarse, devoid of love, and full of nothingness.

Not enmity, but friendship must be made with the opposite sex.

Many reading this have never even asked someone they loved out, and yet are willing to explore the paradigms of love. There is irony in that.

From an early age, children are taught that the opposite sex is sin. A girl grows, a boy grows; adolescence arrives, and then marriage comes — but the journey into passion begins with the conviction already planted that sex itself is sinful.

In India, the girl is told that her husband is God. But how can she revere as God someone through whom she has been taught sin occurs?

The boy is told, “This is your wife, your partner, your mate.” Yet scriptures simultaneously tell him that woman is the gate to hell, a well of sin. Now he lives beside the very thing he was taught to fear.

How can harmony emerge from such a foundation?

Love is the experience of unity.

The demolition of walls, the fusion of two energies - that is the experience of love. Love is the ecstasy felt when the walls between two people collapse, when two lives meet, when two beings dissolve into one another.

Love can only be born out of emptiness. Only a void is capable of merging with another void. Only zero can unite totally with another zero.

Not two individuals, but two vacuums can truly meet because now there is no barrier and no boundary.

Everything else has walls. A vacuum has none.

Perhaps that is why the universe itself has no boundary. We do not live merely in a cosmos of stars and galaxies, but in a boundless existence born from the union of Radha and Krishna , two voids merged so completely that every boundary dissolved within them.

A perfect paradox to exist in.

The truth sits right before us, and yet we keep searching for why is universe ever expanding, only to return empty-handed. Perhaps the mystery of the universe was never hidden at all.

And the joke is that we think this is a simulation that we live in.

It is not.

Love itself is the reward. And we live in a universe that is derivative of love and union of Radha and Krishna.

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