Tuesday, November 19, 2013
The moon of your own heart
What if you let in the reality that your heart could break open at any moment? And made a commitment to allowing this, staying with it, and giving your life to know the mysteries of the broken and the whole, separation and union, and lover and beloved?
You never really know what the future will bring, but love is alive, here and now, and the beloved wants *everything* for you. As Rumi reminds us, “… a thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”
Friend, you will never be satisfied with a partial love, a partial opening of your heart, or being a partial lover. For your nature is of a wild wholeness, unfolding out of the unseen worlds to scatter your love-essence throughout this milky way of grace.
As you wander through this world, you might become aware of the most alive sadness filling your heart. This is not the sadness of the mind, where something is felt to be missing, but is a reflection of how precious it is here in a world of love. You find yourself more and more willing to touch and welcome your rawness and your tenderness, which is now becoming your home. You are moved to an outpouring of tears at a simple sunset, mad crazy in love with the one next to you, and taken to the ground as the moon comes up to share its sweetness.
Your heart may or may not ever break again, but you are willing to give your heart to this world, to others, and to the beloved, knowing that it may break, over and over and over into eternity. But, friend, not all is lost, this is no reason to despair, for it is through the cracks of your heart that love can find safe passage into this reality and set it on fire.
Though the movement of the beloved one is infinite sweet and holding, in its essence it is everything. It is devastating as it is the end of one world, and glorious as it is the beginning of another.