Genesis of Black Love

Black is the color most fear. A color most say is empty, unattractive, and aggressive. A color some recognize only for its fashion, flare, and fame.

Consider that Black is more than a color, a trend, or a person, although no individual should be defined as “black.” Black is indeterminate, undressed, an ethereal body of beautiful heavy that holds the minutest of life’s secrets and the largest of heavenly wonders.

Love… Now Love is impeccably unsighted. It embodies movement; nothing in its path can restrict its flow and illimitable shape. Perplexing and profound, Love is oblivious to sound, doubt, and human misuse. Love is orderly, disciplined, and free; it is not an uncontrolled eruption of an emotional decree.

Black and Love are tantamount. Partnered, they are unbounded, intrepid, indomitable, exquisite, and intrinsically pure. It is a substance as infinite as the galaxy’s coast and so reflective that no one or thing can measure, replicate, or explicate it, yet it is known.

Black Love is euphorically absolute, an oblivion of unrestricted consciousness, an escape to rapturous confinement. It is like, overwhelming waters flooding the depths of my being, gasping for air, and feeling life mightily infuse and revive me. This type of love does not end. It is a timeless journey, an intimate walk with the Holy Spirit, a daily demonstrative undertaking, a selfless fate, a sacrifice.

Black Love is more than a concept or something designed to be held and governed by man. It originates from a domain outside ours and is active regardless of possession. Black Love is unquestionable, mirrors flawless execution, and is the sweet surrender between spirit- soul- and mind.

To understand it is to envision, yearn for, and pursue it repeatedly until a superior essence dwells within and unlocks the conclusion. It is an action, an exhortation, a remedy, a virtue, and a great kneeling before the supreme excellence that calls and liberates the chosen few. It is a hue of its own, colorless and lineless, yet it is worn and adorned.

Black Love is the perfect rhapsody, an absolute pitch. It is the epitome of you before me, though sightless- We see. It is an affinity between them and us- the optimum key. A Love that is a melodic serenade created, written, and composed by the Trinity.

Black Love is an undecipherable otherworldly language one can only possess when they have revered the gift from the burden He carried. This Love is the quintessence of our Creator, the Master Architect, I AM, and He who decreed before indeed we were. My beau idéal, exemplar, the core, and the totality in all that was, is, and to come.

Black Love IS YHWH.