Oktober 2025 – Zentranz

Love – so much has been written about love.

For centuries, love has been the subject of literature, music, painting, disputes, and wars.

It is unfathomable, and we often confuse love with passion, infatuation, and feelings that overwhelm us.

Love can take so many forms. I can love things, people, my dog, my canary.

Beings, things that I believe are beautiful, that are worth loving. Love for our children.

Unconditional.

We are loving beings and beings who do not cope well when love is denied us. Then we become sad, angry, raging, murderous.

Blessed is he who is denied love and can cope with it and continues to search for requited love.
Blessed is he who knows that love does not have to be reciprocated in order to feel love and be able to love.
Blessed are those who can feel love as an emotion that contains neither confirmation nor expectation nor longing, that is more than anything else.

Just being love. We expect a lot from life, depending on where we stand. Sometimes just being noticed, feeling seen, not invisible, is enough to feel loved.
It’s probably not perfect love.

Often, we are the ones who admire or compliment others, and they perceive this as love.
Often, but rarely, it is an act of selfless giving that involves love, or even comes very close to love.

Getting up in the morning and hearing a child laugh awakens love; giving it is easier than taking it or accepting it.

Simply letting it be often goes unnoticed, yet it is beautiful.

Love is unfathomable for us humans; when we feel it, it makes us afraid or happy or content in moments.

What does it mean that we are capable of such feelings or desires?
Why do we feel this wide spectrum of emotions?
Does it have a meaning, or are our feelings only there to preserve our species? Why then does it harbour so much destruction?
And why do we feel, in moments of love, perhaps even supernatural, spiritual, or even divine?
Why do other people try to prevent us from feeling love or judge the way we love?
Who are we when we condemn and disapprove of other people’s love? Are we jealous, have we never been loved, and will we never be loved?
Have we never sought love, or have we always been rejected, deemed unworthy of love?
Have we felt this way about ourselves, flagellating ourselves?
Or have we simply not allowed ourselves to love?

Seeing the unforgettable Luther Vandross and his friend Gregory singing this song about love makes me a bit sad, because they seem not to be able to say openly what they want to say.
They haven’t been able to say what they might wanna say in there times being.
There was some progress to letting people love what or whoever they want and they didn’t see that time.

This small timeframe has seem to been gone now again. They would have deserved it.

War. I do not understand it. I cannot see the point of it. It is an abomination — and yet, humanity continues to strive for it, to participate in it, to justify it.

Wars are waged by those who hold power — political, material, ideological — who persuade us, as a species, that there is something to gain in killing one another. They convince us that violence is purpose, that destruction is meaning. And we follow. We follow the most irrational of all irrational narratives.

Why? For what purpose? What do these people say that makes others willing to sacrifice their lives?

They are safe — always safe — behind the walls we have built for them, in the palaces we have maintained for centuries. From their distance, they decide the fates of those who will die, while never touching death themselves. What kind of people are they?

But perhaps the deeper question is:
What kind of people are we — who still believe we are worth less than those who command us?

Why can a species not evolve beyond this?
Why can it not think of itself as a whole — a single, living organism?
Why can we not recognize that humanity is one species, one consciousness, one breath?

Why do we continue to divide ourselves into nations, borders, and flags — illusions that separate what was never divided to begin with?

Zen reminds us that separation is illusion.
When the mind divides, it suffers.
When it believes in “us” and “them,” it creates its own war — long before the first weapon is drawn.

War is not born on battlefields; it begins in the human mind.
It begins in the subtle belief that “I” am not “you.”
That my life, my culture, my truth — is somehow more real than yours.

If we could see clearly, even for a single breath, we would see the absurdity of this blindness. We would recognize that every wound inflicted is self-inflicted. Every victory is a loss disguised.

Peace cannot be imposed through treaties or power.
It emerges only through understanding — through the awakening that sees beyond the boundaries of self and other.
Only when the illusion of separation dissolves does compassion arise naturally, as effortlessly as breath.

And perhaps, when the human mind finally awakens to its own unity, there will be no need to speak of war, or peace, or victory — for there will be no division left to heal.

Until then, we must ask ourselves:

Don’t you know that there is a soul that has to be nurtured, instead of being destroyed?

Monat: Oktober 2025

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