Saturday, August 29, 2015
Wired for the unknown
The way of love will dissolve the dream that something is missing, however you must look carefully and see if this is what you truly want. For the price to pay for holy reorganization is the willingness, finally, to be no one.
In the meadow of the beloved, the delusion of specialness is removed. No more resting in the fantasy of the ‘awakened’ one, as the one who has it all together, and in the one who has ‘transcended’ the surging of wild vulnerability and unbearable, tenderizing heartbreak.
While you may become endlessly enamored of yourself, your realization, your power, and your solidity, the beloved has no interest in such things. She is prepared at any moment to seed your pathways with sacred deflation and liquefy the veil of the trance of ‘me.’ For he or she will do anything to unlock the chambers of love within you.
The risk in staying embodied to the truth of ‘no one’ is that you will end up a wandering refugee without hope, homeless and broken-open, without any prospect of resolving or coming to terms with the unprecedented, creative movement of love in your life.
Fortunately, it was never this certainty or this ground that you were really after anyway. For you are wired for the unknown – for wholeness, integration, and shimmering aliveness.
Open to the longing to return home, to rest in your true nature, as no one. Give everything to know the fragrance of this archaic homesickness, to be that vessel in which pure, tender, non-special love may come like a wildfire into this world, erupting through your body and your heart, leaving nothing but ashes of grace in its wake.
Photo by Gregory Colbert