Love is a word.
It points to an experience of consciousness which can't really be put into words. We dance around with syntax, but as soon as love is found, as it springs forth from some unknown ground, all words simply fall away without sound...
Love. In my experience it is all that is around...it just has so many forms...for every form, and formlessness it self, is love...
The question then is which love do I love the best...
For me it's the bubbling waves of grace that fill my being in the depths of its silences, and carries me through each of its days...not dependant on anything, and therefore possible with everything, love is what I entice it to come forth a be.
At the moment, that's ME. Love. Pouring forth like a universal sea...Love...that's all there really be.