Love

 Love.

Don't settle for any definition of it.
How can you define that which everything is made of?
To define something, you must contain it — reduce it to a string of words.
But love refuses to be reduced.
The moment you say, “Yes, this is love,” — drop it. Because it's not.
What we call love is perhaps just the tiniest fraction of what love truly is.

Meditate.
Meditate to catch a glimpse of it.
There is no other way to taste it.
In that silence, words fall away.
The body becomes irrelevant.
The mind loses its grip.
And what remains is...
Love.