Friday, September 27, 2013

Even the color blue is enough to take you to the ground



Sometimes you pretend there really is something more than love that matters… you look up into the morning sky and are just not sure… you know that somehow it must be possible for this life to give you more sweetness, more connection, more grace, more awakening, more intimacy, more joy, more lovers. You wonder if you’ve done something wrong: perhaps you’ve not prayed hard enough, or in the right way; meditated enough; served enough; been broken open enough; hurt enough; opened enough; forgiven enough; let go enough, accepted enough.

And then in just one moment, out of time, looking up into that same morning sky, somehow it is revealed that this body, this heart, this sensual reality, this opportunity, may not be what you think. As you peer behind the veil just a bit, you behold the creative display of love. For just one moment, the awesomeness of the whole thing pours through every cell of this body, taking your breath and melting your heart.  

For just a split second, you see into the whole display; a revelation is given of the always, already raging perfection of this most sacred and very rare human experience. Everyone you meet, every kind word that you speak, each time you touch another with your hands and your heart, each time you are called to be the holding space for another who has been consumed by sadness, grief, and darkness – this has all been set up and orchestrated by love itself. You are overwhelmed by such intelligence, by this sort of cosmic creativity. And you know that in any moment that could ever be – whether joyful or sad or content or blissful or vulnerable or scared or confused or anxious or depressed or lit up from within with gratitude – you could never find any separation between yourself and love, between yourself and life.

And then you look back up into the same morning sky… though something seems a little different. It’s more vivid, more alive; the display is more magical. Even the color blue is enough to take you to the ground, if it is allowed all the way in. The birdsong has come from another dimension. The smell of the blooming wildflower takes you apart, exposing how little you really know and how naked your heart really is. You see so clearly that everything here is on your side, it is always working for you, though in ways you may never understand. 


Sunrise over Bear Lake in our most precious Rocky Mountain National Park. Photo credit

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