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THE SEARCH by Dolly Mahtani

This poem came out of me after a meditation in which I concentrated on the topic of Love...

Universal Love. Unconditional Love. Selfless Love. Connected Love. Deep Love. Real Love. I asked myself: What is love to you? What does it mean? How can you define it? What does it look like? What does it feel like?

I must’ve spent an hour in a trance. I felt an insurmountable amount of Love within me. It was a massive energy that flew through me and connected with every single living thing around me. The one thing blocking me from feeling pure synchronicity was my body density. 

The Search
by Dolly Mahtani
This heart is a cage for my love, 
It does not fit. 
This body with all my organs 
In chambers
Is like a submarine
Sinking me 
From my being.
All of these things you can touch
And feel
They are not enough.
If you think you’re in love,
Dig deep.
If you think you’re being loved,
Dig deeper.
If you think you love yourself,
Dig honey.
There is a place 
Where love is more 
Than a thought,
Or a feeling or a verb,
Love is an energy
That flows from the rivers
To the seas to the trees
Over hills and into
You and me.
Artwork by Amanda Class


Dolly Mahtani is a Professional Dreamer from Santiago, Chile. A lover. A giver. An optimist, a rebel, a romantic. A breaker of paradigms and stereotypes. An aspiring novelist and screenwriter. She wants to change the world and find the rest of her tribe. She is part of the {R}evolution happening right now, at a corner near you. She is a warrior and her weapon of choice is her pen. She bleeds her heart out on the battlefield. Whatever her truth is, she puts it out there bare. Her deepest desire is to put something into the world that wasn't there before, but the rushing flood of excitement and albeit good intentions overwhelm her sometimes and she don’t know where to start. She's stuck at the dreaming part. You can find her pouring out her soul on her blog here, or connect with her on Facebook here


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