We Are All Love

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The mind is deeply sensitive to its environment. Whatever scenario we place it in, it autoscales its capacity. Put it in a high-pressure situation, and it speeds up. Show it something beautiful, and it feels happy. Surround it with loved ones, and it calms down—the list goes on.

The point is simple: the mind constantly seeks an anchor. It is in its very nature to hold onto something. Long before modern neuroscience confirmed this, our scriptures and the Upanishads noted the same fundamental truth—the mind is inherently restless. Unless we have transcended the mind completely (as ancient masters claim to have done), it will always be anchored to something. The least noisy state it can achieve is deep meditation, where the noise drops to its lowest volume—though it remains, for a moment, still a mind.

My goal here isn’t to dissect the vast universe of the mind or pretend to understand all its phenomena. My focus is on that deep meditative state where we anchor ourselves to silence—or to the single, least-noisy thought right before we even realize we are anchored to silence. In that subtle space, even inner urges settle down.

This is precisely what happens when we fall deeply in love with someone or something—a romantic partner, meaningful work, our parents, or a core passion. The mind filters out every secondary distraction and anchors entirely to that love. Whether through meditation or intense devotion, when we push into that quiet depth, we touch the extreme limits of what the mind can do. And at that limit lies a beautiful realization: we are love. Love is all we truly have.

It brings to mind that famous Sufi line:

"Main mandir kyun jawa, mera yaar khuda hai; ishq karu ya karu ibadat, ek hi gal hai"

(Why go to temples when my beloved is God? Whether I love or worship, it is the exact same thing.)

The moment we touch non-duality, love and devotion become indistinguishable. It can be directed toward anyone or anything—it is pure devotion.

We are all fundamentally love. When we look deep within, we can realize this despite the mind’s endless noise—a mind full of "ifs," "buts," and analytical defenses trying to protect its own mental construct.

Yet, there is a practical reality we cannot ignore: survival.

If our survival is threatened, or if our basic needs are unmet, we simply cannot access or maintain this heightened state. To live in elevated love, our foundational needs must be sorted first. Otherwise, the mind naturally reverts to its primary evolutionary task: ensuring survival. Under the strain of basic insecurity, even when we try to love, we are plagued by second thoughts, anxiety, and the guilt of not being enough. We cannot remain high in love when basic safety is in question.

To be high in love means entering a non-dual state, entirely free from second thoughts. While that requires our basic survival to be settled, it usually describes love anchored to an external object or person.

What if we take that same love—the kind usually triggered by our external environment—and turn the arrow inward? What if we direct that devotion toward ourselves? Provided our basic needs are met and we are physically healthy, we can practice this internal shift.

Speaking from my own experience, I have never felt this fulfilled. With the arrow pointing inward, it’s just me being me—exploring non-duality in real time. It is a state of sitting anchored in silence, aware of that anchor, yet knowing deeply that even this awareness is a thought... and knowing that is also a thought... until the metacognitive loop finally runs out of momentum and dissolves into complete stillness.

This is what I’ve realized about love, whether directed outward or inward: at our core, we are love. I share this not as borrowed spiritual theory or parroted words, but from direct personal experience. Anyone can touch this state by silencing the unnecessary noise of their mind.

Find your own path to it, but I can promise you this: experiencing it even once will shift something fundamental within you.

 My own mind still reverts to survival mode and old conditioning. For me, staying in this zone remains momentary—the moment survival concerns kick in, the state recedes. You can only experience this depth when your life allows you the stability to afford it. But when you do, it changes everything.

-Raghupati Jha

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