Love, the pitfall.

A love that knows no limits is a love that is blind, for only the blind knows no limits or boundaries, or obstacles. The blind is not he who cannot see, the blind is he who cannot see through.
"I will not fall in love!" i tell myself, and i repeat, "i will not fall in love, i will not fall in love!" and the next thing is i am holding on to the last thread from an old spider web, with a very firm grip on a very fragile thread.

Falling in love, I have always learnt, is the dream, its the fairy tale, but in reality it is the trap, you fall and rarely do you survive the falling. Usually scared for life,and wounded with deep self pity, you will do everything to take revenge. A new relationship, a platonic one, seeking the best and perfection, comparing it with the past. A sad, sad situation.
No falling in love, no falling in love, no falling in love. I keep repeating it again and again, and i hold on to a twig, and then to a stick and then to some old roots, and i say " I will not fall in love, I will not fall in love, I will not fall in love."
We have always been told that it is the ultimate, and yet, i have always asked how can falling be the ultimate? how can it be sacred and divine, only raising and flying can, but falling?
I will not fall in love, I will not fall in love, I will not fall in love. Love is security, it is warmth, it is an answer, it is passion and sharing and all the beautiful names you can thing of... and yet i refuse to fall in love, i refuse to be a prisoner of love, i refuse to be bound by its rules, even if they are the most beautiful of all that is. It is still a pitfall and i will not allow myself to fall.
I chose to raise, to go from the very sexual to the very sensational, to raise from the physical to the meta physical and what is beyond.
Falling in love is falling in lust, and physical orgasm, the lowest chakra, but raising in love, is the elevation and the ascension, it is the true orgasm. It is no more bound by seconds, time cannot embrace it, its rules are no more applicable.
And i am still falling in love...
What is happening? I lose my firm grip of the roots, I hold on to the stick, its breaking, the twig, and then the fragile thread from the old spider web, " Help!!!" i'm screaming," i am not falling in love, i am not falling in love, i am not falling in love!" but its not working anymore, why? I'm terrified, im stumbling, i'm about to fall deep into the pitfall.
A voice coming from a distance, high above me says" wish to raise in love, do not wish of not falling in love, for it is equal to wishing of falling in love".
"I don't understand!!!" I shout.
The voice repeats itself one more time, and I suddenly realize that I should have been concerned with raising in love instead of wasting my thoughts on not wanting to fall in love, for as the voice said, it is just the same as wishing to fall in love, i am attracting the same force or power, or in fact i am digging my own holes, and then worrying myself with how to get past them without falling. I should be instead, building my wings to fly and raise, ascend and elevate.
"I am raising with love, i am raising with love, i am raising with love."