The Birth of Love— A Depth that Never Ends

Love is often spoken of as a moment—an instant spark, a glance, a heartbeat that skips. But love, in its truest form, is not a moment at all. It is a birth. A beginning that unfolds again and again in layers too deep for the eye, and too eternal for time.

The birth of love is sacred.

It begins in silence—perhaps long before you even imagine love. It is conceived in the unseen, in longing, in prayer, in the aching spaces where something more has always been desired. Love is not simply found—it is awakened. It comes with a quiet knowing: this is not new… this is remembered.

At first it feels simple—like warmth, like safety, like light.

But then, the layers come.

There are layers where Love is recognized, even if the mind doesn’t understand how or why. It’s the way a voice softens your breath, or how a presence stills your chaos. This is the surface of love, and it’s beautiful. But it’s only the beginning.

Then comes the layer of vulnerability.

The place where love tests its roots. It’s where you risk being seen, in your joy and in your fear. It’s where the ego dies a little, and the soul learns how to trust. This is love deepening.

After that comes the sacred layer—oneness.

This is not the same as attachment. This is the place where love becomes transcendent. It no longer needs to be named or explained. It becomes a mirror—reflecting Gods Love back to one another . It becomes a home within each other. And still… it deepens.

Because love does not stay still. It evolves. It stretches. It aches and expands.

Real love doesn’t ask for perfection.

It asks for presence.

It is not an answer—it is a path.

One that heals, challenges, awakens, and reforms you.

And perhaps most beautiful of all, love never ends.

Even if life does not unfold as hoped—true love does not die. It becomes part of the soul’s story. A forever echo that sings through every choice, every dream, every prayer.

Love is not one layer—it is many.

It is birth after birth.

Awakening after awakening.

Depth upon depth.

And the more you surrender to it,

The more you discover…

Love is not something you fall into.

It is what you become.