How much love is enough love?

LOVE... LOVE... LOVE...

How much love is enough love?

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.” 
~ Rumi 

LOVE - Ah! gives me chills even with the very “word” alone. The reading, writing, listening to, hearing of it in a beautiful lyric of a song, talking about it, anything, anywhere, gives this in-explainable bliss. I’ve wondered, why is that? There are all kinds, many ways.. in love-

Here especially with soul Love, regardless of the time/age/location/situations preconditioned in the mind. God! I think.. think.. I go on.. give it a thought.. more thoughts, which leads to 3 more thoughts, then an army of thoughts. All get jumbled up inside of my head, I pause. Then, take a deep breath in… let it out like in Yoga, a cleansing breath.. aaaah! Closed my eyes, to hear my lovely heart.. This is what she says -

“It isn’t the word gracing the ears, it isn’t the sight through the eyes. 
No, it isn’t the writing-reading-hearing-talking about it, but it is the very feeling attached to LOVE. 
How your soul resonates with your heart’s feelings which permeates onto all 37 somethingish Trillion cells of the body”

When in LOVE, when you experience this dance of ecstasy, there is an energy field created in and around you, that makes you limitless, so powerful, strength of the Gods/Goddess align so perfectly making you almost invincible, with serotonin raising, the potential, the exhilaration, the vitality, that potency - you never knew it existed, the un-containable joy perhaps equivalent to winning a Gold Medal, something you aimed for all your life, or perhaps like winning a zillion dollar lottery, something you never thought you will in reality. You shine through the day, into the night, as you walk, as you talk, as you shower, as you breath.. you shine on…like those countless stars embellished in the night sky. With infinite possibilities, you stare into the eternity, so immersed in the scent of very passion that you feel, not just for the person, but for the whole life. It is in this revelation that you touch the heavens and wonder if the rhapsody in there could ever match up to this gospel you are exposed to.

Eyes Gleaming

Hearts beating

Aflame burning

Butterflies fluttering

Time Freezing

Nothing else in the world matters, all you have is that moment sunk in the beatitude, surrendering your whole being  to that very breath you are taking. You become that moment. When you look into the iris of your lover - All the chaos of the past and the future become hazy and fade away into nothingness, like this camera with special effects focused on you looking into the only existential truth, and everything around you, the whole environment is blurred out, diluted. Much like a dreamy song sequence of an Indian Romantic Cinema, then you are off - singing, flaunting, dancing around the trees in snow capped mountains.

So, what, I am (hopeless) romantic, but the question is how much love is enough love?

As deep as the Oceans, the Mariana Trench?

As long as the skies?

As rooted as the Pacific Old-Growth trees?

As intense as the gravitational field in the super-massive black hole?

As sure as the polarities of a magnet?

As much as the total atoms constituting the Universe?

As expansive as an open heart can get?

As wide as a mind’s thought?

Nope, nope and nope! What’s the measure for it? How to quantify the intangible? What is the label you want to put, to limit it forever?

“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.” 
~  Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi

All I know is I just can't get enough of it...