love occurs perhaps without expectations but at the same time with a discerning developed awareness uncluttered by fears based on memories nor projections of what's to come...a free flow with boundaries... like a painter patiently and consistently swiping her brush back and forth pushing paint to and fro without a plan, but simply listening for when it's time to yield...a vessel for creative freedom.
a child engaged in activity painting the sky a blazing red and earthy green before their 2nd grade teacher pulls the plug telling them, "i'm sorry sweetie, but the sky is blue".
i don't believe love is unconditional. everything has conditions. it's nature, change. can we love in the face of conditions? that's the challenge. can we place ourselves smack in the center of a conditioned life and with eyes open keep walking while cradling the seeds of love in our hands?