Monday, February 25, 2013

Recycled by love…


There is a trade-off that each of us must face if we choose love as the organizing principle of our lives. It is not possible to give everything for love, to burn in the fires of intimacy, and escape utter, unbearable vulnerability. It is not possible to let the unknown guide us into the uncertainty of the grace-caves of love, and not live every moment until the day we die in field of utter groundlessness. If what we really want is love, we must be willing to feel everything – especially the tender sadness and sweet longing at the core of each and every human heart, which is none other than our own.  

At some point, we will be asked to surrender the irresistible movement to exit our embodied, immediate experience for some other state of consciousness, for some pre-programmed, second-hand way of being. We must somehow become a luminous lamp until ourselves – naked, wide open, vulnerable, ready to fall apart if that is what love asks of us. We will be called to let go of the entirety of what is known, including everything we’ve come to learn about the spiritual path and all of our spiritual identities. None of this can survive an encounter with love, for such a meeting involves a shattering, a loss of every reference point, and a plunge into a luminous groundlessness where the beloved is waiting to receive us.   

In this love, we are crucified, resurrected, and transfigured over and over and over again, recycled by love and seeded as grace-fertilizer throughout every star in every galaxy, no longer riveted to what new glorious spiritual experiences can I get for me in this day, but how can my life and my love for others become one continuous prayer of gratitude in motion. I’ll take *this* life, thank you; *this* experience, *this* state of consciousness, without the demand for some other, better, more “spiritual” or more “divine” one. For I know that everything I could ever want is embedded by the beloved within it, and has been laid before me as light-particles of grace, sent from beyond to show me the endless revelations of this precious human heart.