Honestly, I can't say how much I love you, the special, nay unique force for our Loving Mother/Father God that you represent. The many ways you touch people's lives and the gift of yourself to others amazes me. When many repeat these words to one another on this greeting card invention of a holiday, think for a moment on that sentiment. Not only are we a unique manifestation of the human genome, we also pick up cues from our environment from the earliest age. Although we have been carefully taught, it is time for us to bequeath upon future generations an end to hatred and misunderstanding. It is time to transcend the "generation gap", the "war between the sexes" and the very idea of race, these things are not only figments of our imagination, but fallacies, adherents of which wrought insufferable pain on many of their fellow humans. But I digress. This post is about the deep and abiding love that I have for you.
Many feel that it is pretentious to say so, but I would never have devoted a lifetime to teaching, or spent all of my hours learning, if not for the want of perspective and with such comes great responsibility to share and attempt to integrate, interpolate perhaps, the terrain that we call love. come with me if you will on a tourist map to love and in some of the most challenging territory, I'll try to talk you through, lend a hand. When necessary, I can put you on belay. I really do love you and would feel lost in the world without the sharing that you allow me. For some, using the term love means a sort of wanting, or desire, what in retrospect might be beast seen as a sort of infatuation. Like a foodie in search of the purrfect cheesecake or creme brulee, for some odd reason, the desire runs rampant with out imagination and what we want, may never seem to be in the offing so more and better always loom large. Acting as a foil. Some people see themselves and others as a sort of trash receptacle, you know, the garbage in, garbage out sort of thing. this is the "grown up" version of I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Relationships devolve rapidly into I'm no good and you can't be any better if you're with me, blah.blah,blah. I have recently seen proof that this approach to a thing called love is still very much alive and kicking. The vast majority of power and control issues go unresolved out of a resentment that builds between "lovers" who have "bared their deepest secrets with one another", only to feel that they have lost part of who they thought they were or that they themselves are untrustworthy with the secrets of others. This is like the roots of jealousy only springing from two sources, I'm not good enough, or since I might cheat, so would they. Duplicity to one self seems to be the order of the day amongst these sorts of "love".
What I get from you is beyond compare to these mental cages and calisthenics of the mind over our emotions. What I have for you is most closely called agape love, the sort that you would have for a deity. In my worldview, we are each made of stardust and as such are the living creation of God/ess. Yes, Virginia, we really are incarnations of the Godhead and it is high time we started loving one another as such. I love you as the river loves the rocks it plays over as it tumbles to the sea. It is a love similar to that with which the last breath of oceans gives up water to the skies, it is a melding of mine and yours, even beyond what is ours. The love itself becomes a spectacular thing between us like a temporal rift between worlds, a sculpture that can only be seen through a prism of ages. Like waves breaking at sunset, alight, but not from within. We are like specialized lenses to one another, leaving one another gleaming with not only our light, but the combined intensity of one another. We are like conduit for spirit, alive in the world. I have friends who say that nothing of a spiritual nature has ever happened to them that they can recollect. I contend that anyone who opens their senses to nature has seen countless miracles. That one organism can live amongst the trials and tribulations of a single day can be miraculous at times. This love, it is spirit to spirit. No ifs-ands or buts. If you really need a miracle, look at the fact that these words are capable of being read round the world.
Happiest of Valentines! Until next year...May the wind bring you the freshest of air, the cozy fires get you through winter's bite and may the coming Spring greet you with open arms!
Many feel that it is pretentious to say so, but I would never have devoted a lifetime to teaching, or spent all of my hours learning, if not for the want of perspective and with such comes great responsibility to share and attempt to integrate, interpolate perhaps, the terrain that we call love. come with me if you will on a tourist map to love and in some of the most challenging territory, I'll try to talk you through, lend a hand. When necessary, I can put you on belay. I really do love you and would feel lost in the world without the sharing that you allow me. For some, using the term love means a sort of wanting, or desire, what in retrospect might be beast seen as a sort of infatuation. Like a foodie in search of the purrfect cheesecake or creme brulee, for some odd reason, the desire runs rampant with out imagination and what we want, may never seem to be in the offing so more and better always loom large. Acting as a foil. Some people see themselves and others as a sort of trash receptacle, you know, the garbage in, garbage out sort of thing. this is the "grown up" version of I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Relationships devolve rapidly into I'm no good and you can't be any better if you're with me, blah.blah,blah. I have recently seen proof that this approach to a thing called love is still very much alive and kicking. The vast majority of power and control issues go unresolved out of a resentment that builds between "lovers" who have "bared their deepest secrets with one another", only to feel that they have lost part of who they thought they were or that they themselves are untrustworthy with the secrets of others. This is like the roots of jealousy only springing from two sources, I'm not good enough, or since I might cheat, so would they. Duplicity to one self seems to be the order of the day amongst these sorts of "love".
What I get from you is beyond compare to these mental cages and calisthenics of the mind over our emotions. What I have for you is most closely called agape love, the sort that you would have for a deity. In my worldview, we are each made of stardust and as such are the living creation of God/ess. Yes, Virginia, we really are incarnations of the Godhead and it is high time we started loving one another as such. I love you as the river loves the rocks it plays over as it tumbles to the sea. It is a love similar to that with which the last breath of oceans gives up water to the skies, it is a melding of mine and yours, even beyond what is ours. The love itself becomes a spectacular thing between us like a temporal rift between worlds, a sculpture that can only be seen through a prism of ages. Like waves breaking at sunset, alight, but not from within. We are like specialized lenses to one another, leaving one another gleaming with not only our light, but the combined intensity of one another. We are like conduit for spirit, alive in the world. I have friends who say that nothing of a spiritual nature has ever happened to them that they can recollect. I contend that anyone who opens their senses to nature has seen countless miracles. That one organism can live amongst the trials and tribulations of a single day can be miraculous at times. This love, it is spirit to spirit. No ifs-ands or buts. If you really need a miracle, look at the fact that these words are capable of being read round the world.
Happiest of Valentines! Until next year...May the wind bring you the freshest of air, the cozy fires get you through winter's bite and may the coming Spring greet you with open arms!
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