Inside each of us there seem to be many figures, a rich variety of soul-parts and inner ones, many of them have been alone for so long. Somehow, in the busyness and craziness of the inner and outer worlds, they’ve become forgotten. They have been sent away and rendered homeless, for we have come to believe that they do not have a place here.
But from time to time – early in the morning, late at night, as the sun goes down and yields to the moon and her silvery essence… the voices emerge, appearing as our longing for the beloved, in whatever form he or she might take for us.
From this perspective, love is not a feeling or emotional state or some sense of comfort, sweetness, or calm. But is the activity of revolution, of turning back toward the dignitaries of the heart, the emissaries of the psyche and providing them a new home, a sanctuary… refuge to rest and create and infuse the world with their creativity and unique expression.
Here, love is a metaphor and an invitation into imagination, into the qualities of curiosity, compassion, interest, and care. It is risky and alive and an emanation of the unknown. To slow down, allow the inner other to matter, to tend to him or her, to touch and be touched, to fall apart and come back together again, to allow this longing to become the poetry through which the water of life may flow.
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