Where the Money Went

Why think of relationships in terms of “transactions?”

To think each moment is an exchange…

The idea of distilling relationships into a series of transactions—
deposits, withdrawals—
ineptly describes the energy being exchanged—
“Love”—
suddenly, love is currency.
And it couldn’t possibly be
that love is a currency.

It can’t be.

Currency is useless and base,
an idea that supports egos and idols—
never love, not Love.

Currency is a shallow, nonsensical idea that begets all that is temporal.
Currency is a void,
same as the dead well into which a coin is hopelessly flipped.

From the perspective of our souls as a beings,
currency can never be—
the feeling of the person you want to sleep in their arms,
love binding you, demanding you to find their arms.
It can never be a transaction to need and want the warmth of a human who loves you,
who you love sleeping quietly and placidly in their arms.

Someone said, “It’s a deposit of emotion…”—
that incredible vulnerability to need love—
and if you make it,
you can receive it.
Transactions.

Go public, put your love on the stock market.
You can bottom out.
You can speculate on the value of your “currency” too far—
Too Far.

Love.

That transaction can mean nothing—
in days and weeks and months,
in trees living and dying and sleeping and awakening.
That deposit means nothing—
when love is currency and emotion is a transaction.

Change will come.

Change will leave you wondering
where the money went.