FREE LOVE

Can you meet me where love is free?

Love being free does not mean it is cheap.
It does not mean it is careless, disposable, or easily replaced.

When I speak of love being free, I speak of a love that is free from our wounding.
Free from fear.
Free from projections of the past.
Free from ego.
Free from conditioning.

Love, most of the time, is tainted.
Tainted by our past experiences.
So it is not truly free.

Often it is suffocated under mountains of strategies, conditioning, and manipulation.
Most of this happens unconsciously, because we have been raised by society to believe in and desire a love that is neither realistic nor healthy.

When people hear free love, they often think it means love without boundaries.
Love that is free to roam to other people.
Love that rejects commitment.

I explored that field.
And what I often found was not freedom, but bypassing.
Another strategy.
Another mask.

“Freedom” became a way to avoid the deep discomfort that arises when we make ourselves vulnerable to just one person.

On rare occasions, I have seen a healthy expression of free love where non-monogamy was practiced in a centered, balanced way.
But it was rare.

In my perception, saying I could never be monogamous also often points to a wounding,
just as jealousy does.
It is the same sword.
The other side of the edge.

If we hold love too tightly, it gets lost.
If we hold it too loosely, it also gets lost.

Either it dies from suffocation
or it dies from being malnourished.

Love is something we must constantly attend to.
And yet the paradox is that love is also always there,
as long as we remain aware.

When we lose awareness, we lose love.
When we lose consciousness, we lose love.
When we lose presence, we lose love.

Not because it disappears,
but because it is so easily overtaken.

By ego.
By patterns.
By strategies.
By wounds and conditioning.

So can you meet me where love is free?

Not free from responsibility,
but free from unconsciousness.

This is not something we attain in a second.
We arrive here by working on ourselves.
By becoming aware of ourselves.

By learning to notice when patterns arise.
When fear arrives.
When the body tightens.

And being able to say:
“I will not restrict you because I am afraid.
And equally, I need this for myself to feel safe.”

Love is not self-sacrifice.
Love is not the sacrifice of the other.

Free love is a love where both beings are free to authentically explore who they are,
while caring for one another.

Where truth is welcomed.
Where presence is practiced.
Where love is tended to, again and again.

So I ask again.

Can you meet me where love is free?

Not free to escape.
But free to stay.