Monday, November 12, 2012
Crafted out of the substance of love...
We want to know so badly… how things will turn out, when we’ll be awakened, when our heart will no longer be at risk of shattering, when we’ll stop suffering, when we’ll find the love we long for so deeply. It is so easy for our spiritual lives to become just another expression of our own unmet emptiness, boredom, self-aggression, unmetabolized pain, undigested addictions, lack of self-acceptance and of self-love. It is no “secret” that our culture is one of acquisitiveness – please, somehow, give me more. What is here now is most definitely not enough. I know there is some Divine glorious reality waiting for me, where angels are singing, harps are playing, the perfect soul mate is appearing, the right spiritual career is presenting itself, and all of my dreams are manifesting abundantly.
But perhaps there is no “secret.” Perhaps the love and true meeting we seek will never be found through the acquiring mind, that mind that is forever spinning frenetically into some “new” and “high” state of consciousness. Life has no interest in us living up to some second-hand image. It doesn’t want or need us to be “perfect” or “divine” or “enlightened” or “God-realized” or any such thing. Life is only ever offering its invitation to fall heart-first into an immense field of not-knowing – not knowing how to live, not knowing how to forgive, not knowing how to accept, not knowing how to get awakened, and not knowing how to finally acquire the “right” “spiritual” thoughts, feelings, emotions, experiences, and “states.” I hear from so many of you how exhausted you are, so tired of chasing around some fantasy of a “spiritual” life that you were told was the right one by some teacher, author, or exotic "avatar" who is beyond it all.
In the very center of your heart, there is always an open doorway. The love you so sweetly long for has nothing to do with any of this conditioned movement into “higher” states of consciousness, the mythical sustained transcendent experience, the “personality being gone,” or somehow moving beyond this messy world of intimacy, confusing gooey love, and human vulnerability. This grace-doorway which is woven into the strands of your DNA, the cells of your heart, wants so badly for you to walk through, to meet for the first time this unbearable longing to go home, to behold for the first time the miracle of this precious human body, of *these* thoughts, of *these* feelings, of *these* passing states of consciousness. For in just one moment of caring enough – of somehow resisting the call to exit this experience for another – what you see is that it is all made of love, crafted out of the substance of love, all the way through, from the inside-out and outside-in. And no matter what the details of your situation, love has somehow configured itself as your unique life, and has offered itself as a gift… only forever waiting for you to receive it, as it is.