Love is not like a bottle of Bisleri that comes for a price.

Love is not like a bottle of Bisleri that comes for a price. Love is like a river that flows to quench the thirst of anybody who is thirsty. The purest of emotions, such as love, compassion, truth, freedom, and awareness, can't have any boundaries. It can't be like I love you and hate somebody. If that is the case, I feel that love also shares the source of its genesis with hate. It's the same "I" that loves and hates. What is this "I"? Just a bundle of memories based on our experiences since childhood. A Chinese person will have altogether different things to love and hate as compared to an Indian. A Hindu may have very different things to love and hate as compared to a Christian. All these things we hate or love are a result of our conditioning.

Is that conditioned "I" capable of loving? Is that "I" just trying to sell the packaged water for a price? Pack water into attractive bottles and sell them at a market price, claiming that we aim to quench people's thirst. Is that love? Are we not doing the same in our relationships? Can't we see the exchange? There are defined expectations with every role. Parents take care of the children and have an expectation that the children will take care of them in their old age, will marry according to their preferences, and will give them grandchild so that their family lineage continues. Children take care of their parents, and parents take care of their kids when they go to work. There are so many unwritten rules in almost every relationship. Relationships are full of expectations. Even when we offer a note of 10 rupees to a beggar, there is an expectation that he will smile at us. What if he refuses to accept money? We feel rejected and sad. Why? Because there was an exchange of money in return for that smile. We wanted to feel elated. We wanted to feel like a "giver", and that beggar has taken away that right from us. 

Where is love in all these exchanges? So many trees constantly produce oxygen. The entire world survives on that oxygen. The sun produces light constantly. The river flows with water constantly. The earth holds all of us in its lap, rotating and revolving constantly to make life happen. Do they claim any price for their "love"? Do they ever claim even credit for the same? Do we ever feel obliged? That is love. Love is very silent and subtle. There is no exchange. There is no expectation. That's why it is not around "I" and that's why "I" can never love "you". 

Every particle has its genesis from the same field, but once formed, it has a sense of separation. It feels insecure because it knows that its existence is temporary. Intelligence demands that it remembers its origin and realises that the sense of separation is a myth. However, in the course of time, it loses awareness of its source. In that state of ignorance, it feels afraid. It feels like accumulating more and more. It feels like forming relationships where one feels protected. However, at the core of all these efforts, there is ignorance, and till that ignorance prevails, it is never going to taste love. A fearful entity can never love because it will not be possible for it to merge completely. It will naturally pack some water from that river of love that flows within, and sell that for a price that "I" want as a consideration. "I" can't drop "I". Its own existence is too dear to "I". It's difficult to be a witness to this game, but probably the witness state is the only solution. Whenever we have pain, we want to rush to get a painkiller. It's difficult to witness the pain. In a witness state, we don't rush for solutions, but rather look at the problem and try to reach the source thereof. Unless we witness the source of "I", it will continue to dominate our existence, and we will continue to sell packaged water in the name of quenching thirst.