Love will find you
in the darkest corners of your mind.
Love will be the one
knocking, ever knocking
holding out the gift to you.
Love will unconfuse you.
For Monsieur Love and Madame Love,
you see – they are connoisseurs of the heart.
They taste everything through that channel.
Somewhere between your sex and your mind
Love holds the door open for that which is so supreme,
the Realized Ones are reduced to poetry and parables, sometimes babbling, or silence -when describing a glimpse of the pattern revealed by Love.
Love is humbling you, even now, amid your set ways and fixed notions.
Love is swimming through your subconscious mind, observing your current.
Your dealings and your happenings, your choices and your luck, all of it seems to lead you back to this place….Love is the thing that keeps chasing you down.
Run quickly or slowly.
Run away from it or into it.
Hold your breath.
Love is here, waiting for you to give up this nonsense,
this false sense
of achieving anything at all
improving anything at all
becoming “better” or “more lovable”.
Love is waiting for you to
DROP THE BULLSHIT.
Love is here to unpack your baggage
and uncomplicate your life.
Shocked, you look around.
You begin to see Love in everything.
It is inescapable!
Check your pulse.
It is beating a code to you – and somewhere in that code you are being reminded of your finite nature, dear human walking the path.
You are here to dance on the palate for such a short while…what will your brush strokes be?
Love is your canvas, every time. Love is every color, light and the absence of light. Do you see? There is an effortless embrace, invisible and unrecognized.
It is giving you this breath, and this singular moment.
And it is waiting, while smiling quietly and piercing everything with eyes that know and accept and rejoice in any kind of recognition…..
It is waiting, and keeping silent while you unravel the mystery.
Do you recognize yourself?
Love is asking
and very much Alive.