Love shows me that we are all one, part of a giant universal embrace. It is peaceful yet so humorous. Everything loses its seriousness from this place of ‘we are one’, where there are none better, none worse, no matter how you look at it. We are a brilliant bunch of 'uncos' tripping over each other; mostly bombastically, mostly trying to out-do each other, often in a ‘pissed off’ frame of mind as we grapple to climb upon each others shoulders to a higher level that doesn't exist within love. Love is squished at the bottom just as it is dancing at the top. Love shakes hands with it all and makes it so very funny. It makes my scuffed shoes and my sad bank balance worth a giggle because they are not truly me!
I adore the wisdom of love because it renders us all equal
in our brilliance and error on a human level, and all utterly undivided and
complete on a wholeness level. From this place, this glimpse, I see so clearly that it is all me, that there is no separation from anything. So when someone carries
on and causes a kerfuffle, it is me reflecting me reflecting me reflecting me. There is no escaping me! How funny and delightful and hilarious. It removes the thrust for
performing, for being significant because I can’t NOT be
significant. There is no trying for this significance of who I am, just as
insignificance perfectly sums me up too. I am all of it, we are all of it. Can you feel the sigh of freedom in that? Couldn't you just pack it all up and take your happy back home?
I cannot see anything as ‘less than’ any more. Even the pain. There is so much intelligence to it, so much brilliance and wisdom. If I hurt, I
can feel that hurt, take it into my heart and let it be held there, let it be
welcomed and forgiven and accepted for its own truth. This is the power of love. It is
radical, beautiful, peaceful, absolutely transformative. What else can I say
when words fail me so profoundly? No doubt I will say a lot more, if only to reinforce that love is our freedom.
