Friday, January 11, 2013
An unwavering faith in love's perfection...
Sometimes we pretend there really is something more than love that matters… we look up into the winter sky and are just not sure… we know that somehow it must be possible for this life to give us more sweetness, more connection, more grace, more awakening, more intimacy, more joy, more lovers. We wonder if we've done something wrong: perhaps we've not prayed hard enough, in the right way; meditated enough; served enough; hurt enough; opened ourselves enough; forgave enough; let things go enough.
And then somehow we realize that this life, this body, this heart, this sensual reality that has been given as a gift from beyond - may not be what we think. It is shown so clearly that it is love that is orchestrating this reality according to an intelligence and creativity originating in the stars, pouring its grace-essence into and throughout our world in ways we'll never know or understand. In one moment of opening all the way, willing to risk it all, making the radical commitment to being unconditionally kind to our experience as it is, it is revealed that love is not something that comes to us, something we seek for or are given, but it is what we are, it is what this precious human body is constructed of; it is what made this DNA, and is the substance of each and every cell of this utterly raw and tender heart.
And we know at the deepest somatic levels that in any moment that could ever be - whether joyful or sad or vulnerable or scared or confused or anxious - we could never find any separation between ourselves and love, between ourselves and Life. And we look back up into the same winter sky, though something seems a little different. We behold Venus, the moon, the other stars, the comets, this precious milky way that we call our home... with nothing left other than an unwavering faith in love's perfection.