love is not a noun
love follows you up to the top of the tallest mountain, then stands – sure-footed – behind you, gripping the back of your t-shirt so you can lean yourself, most precariously, over the edge, casting your eyes to the penumbra of your staggering opacity below; and when you are stubborn, love is the tough boot that topples you rump over heels off the precipice. love hoists you up on its shoulders so you can reach the tree’s uppermost apple – taste the fruits that would otherwise remain hidden from the heights of your knowledge. love acts as a constant mirror, reflecting your beauty and pain, your artistry. love refines you; gives you a bath; washes away all your nonsense; sings your weary senescent soul to sleep at night; and tenderly wraps your sheet-twisting arms when the dream is too much to hold. love feeds you only truth, whispers heart into your ear, “darling, have no fear.”
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Love is not a person, place, or thing. Love is a force that dwells in and around all things – the ever-present invitation to Open oneself and Let Go that we may move into what we have yet to become.
It is easy to grip onto life, to attach ourselves to the forms of Love. It is easy to become lost in the shadow of fear. It is also easy – far more easy than we have led ourselves to believe – to be embraced by Love.
It is always there, beckoning with an eager nudge and prod, dangling the Prize in front of you like a catnip toy just hoping you will catch a flimsy whiff of your own Possibility.
Have you ever felt it? That rush of energy or surge of inspiration that seemed to come from nowhere, that sense of comfort and warmth when you were all alone in the dark, that feeling of being stretched beyond capacity – that was Love calling your name.
The more we open ourselves to the force of Love the more it fills and lifts us, carrying us forward. And the more we allow this force to move through us the more we invite Love to dwell in those around us. We become harbingers of new life wherever we go.
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It Felt Love
By Hafiz
How
Did the rose
Ever open it’s heart
And give this world
All its
Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being,
Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened.
