Meandering in Love
Hearing Love's Call
Writing Love
Sure, I write words to an imaginary someone about holiness and love. Many years ago, when I was young, I worried plenty about words. Words I wrote, words I said, words I thought, words you thought, words you spoke. Too few words and I was lonely; too many words and I was lost.
Now, in the postmortem of my youth, in the shadowy dark of the shady side of the mountain, in the nowness of ripened silence and sweet stillness, the words dissolve. Or perhaps metamorphose into tenderness, or curiosity, or bewilderment, or a knowing gnawing at the heart, or, on occasion, a kaleidoscopic clarity.
Please, do not give this a word. Alright, give it a word. Call it holy. Holy as in a fly trapped in an illuminated spider web under the quarter moon. Holy as we are all in this remembering together. Holy, as when it rains, each of us gets wet.
Then there is the issue of the Divine Word. Not really a word at all. And by really, I mean reality, and by reality I mean wordless, and by wordless I mean a breath, a vibration on the other side of suffering. I mean, human hearts dissolving into human hearts. I mean the universe giving birth to itself through us. I mean love.
Imagining Love
At this moment, I am imagining myself as love. Each beat of my heart, every breath, every last bit of it, love. Being love, this moment, I say this to the trees, the ocean, and the earth beneath my feet: "Forgive Me.” When I fully realize I am love, imagining this moment, it is remarkable how extraordinary I recognize this moment to be. In love, I place limitless love at the feet of my beloveds. Knowing now every being I meet is my beloved. No matter how many times I say, “I love you," there is always more love. So I say this to you now, "I love you."
Seeking Love
There is a cave full of precious treasure deep inside of you. So I will say this: Do not wander far away seeking spiritual satisfaction. The sea of limitless love will not be found there. Sure, go ahead, light another candle. Just know this: The love you seek is found within.
Hearing Love’s Call
This moment, I hear your call. I hear your call to transform my personal fear into a lifelong and loving commitment to support the most vulnerable among us. I hear your call to transform my anger into loving action for all our planet’s beings, whose threat is greater now than ever before. I hear your call to quiet my racing and shouting mind and listen deeply to others so that I may know and lessen the burden on their hearts. I hear your call to breathe deeply into my sadness and grief so that I may experience each breath as part of the great web of life now requiring my love. I hear your call to experience my worry and rumination so that I can fully feel the ancient wisdom of my deepest self calling me awake to this moment. I hear your call to mend my shattered and aching heart with kindness, compassion, and love for all who cross my path.I hear your call to love.
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The treasure is definitely here.