We come to see how tender and precious this life really is, how risky it is to open in this way and to step fully into the unknown, to be willing to let everything fall aside; to be that vulnerable, to embrace that kind of uncertainty and groundlessness. We will never pin down this reality, we will never come to any resolution with regard to the burning, reorganizing movement of love. It is not an easy life, in one sense, for there is always a tinge of sadness there; you see that you can never turn away, take a vacation from the burning reality of the heart, from the suffering and confusion that is part of this human experience… you somehow crazily agree to remain forever and always raw, always on the edge of being broken open, excruciatingly vulnerable, tethered to the unknown into eternity. The purpleness of purple, the redness of red, the blueness of blue, the anxiety in the face of one we love, the fear that we’ve fallen apart forever, the crushing grief of a life that hasn’t quite lived up to our expectations, the subtle, burning belief that maybe we aren’t in fact loveable as we are.
We wonder what our options really are, what we will have to trade in to finally know this sacredness of this world and of this human body. And then somehow, before we know it, before even on more moment of conscious thought, we find ourselves falling off the grace-cliff of safety, ground, protection, and the known… we’re being hurled through a portal of love into the sweetest (often bitterly so) most precious opportunity we’ve ever been given: this human body and these human senses – right here, right now, *this* state of consciousness, as it is - you as you are – forever, carried into eternity in a holding environment of love. This human experienced is revealed to be what it has always been, and always will be, a special kind of grace field, designed in a way to take you Home, to that true home in the center of your heart.