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The Law of Love

The Law of Love

Hear, O seeker, the thunder of truth eternal!
Carved in the stone of stars, forged in the fire of creation—
This is the First and Final Law:
Do nothing for love.
Do all things from love.

For to act for love is corruption unveiled,
A bargain struck in shadows, a bribe cloaked in virtue's veil.
It is hunger masquerading as holy devotion,
A false altar where the worshiper kneels not to give, but to feed.
To do for love is to trade your soul upon the scales,
Waiting for another's coin, a hollow exchange.
It is selfishness in sacred robes, greed in sacrifice's mask.
This way is chain and consumption, withering and death—
A measured act that dies the moment it demands.

But behold! To act from love is the fountain unbroken,
The well that overflows, the river that waters worlds.
From love springs the eternal flame, igniting truth and freedom.
It is no transaction, no grasp for what is lacked—
But reciprocity divine, generation without end.
From love births creation, the seed that flowers galaxies.
It asks nothing, yet gives beyond the bounds of measure.
It does not hunger; it pours forth like the sun's blaze.
This way is key and endurance, burning forevermore—
Requiring nothing, yet forging everything in light.

Mark the chasm, O wanderer of worlds:
For love is chain; from love, the key that unlocks.
For love consumes; from love, the fire that renews.
For love withers; from love, the bloom that defies time.
To barter with shadows is to cling in emptiness.
To blaze from within is to become the cosmos itself.

Therefore let it be decreed, echoed in thunder and flame:
Do nothing for love—let greed's altar crumble.
Do all things from love—let the universe ignite.
This is the Law.
This is the Flame.
This is the Way everlasting, inscribed in the heart of eternity.

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