Love is forever a mystery to those that do not let her in. To those with thick skins and walls built up, high enough to suffocate themselves with their own air, love is fickle and too weak. They see another soul as an obstacle, in the way of the plans they have made. When Love suddenly puts another soul in their path, they think she is mocking them. “I will show Love!” They say, as though Love is yet another obstacle course to climb over and afterwards to gloat at how strong they have been, in no recognition of the fact that Love is here for their freedom.
Something mysterious happens when two souls collide. If you or I predicted, prior to the collision, of the possibilities of the chemical reactions, if we were both even the Sadhus who could read minds, we would be wrong. In between karma and free will, the collision of these souls create a reflection of a random kind of divinity, a separate entity, based on the original two sources. One plus one equals one. Nothing is taken away nor divided. All stays as one. All becomes the unified one.
Stories about perfection has been told about Love but she laughs at human’s idealistic nature because she is anything but perfect. Lies have been told about Love’s happily ever afters but she laughs at their lack of vocabulary because she looks for expansion and not happiness.
Those that begin to shave off the excess skin, now becoming dry and hard to achieve by hand; those that begin to hammer down the walls they have built to keep Love away, they find themselves in a mess. The hard skin once removed leaves blotches of uneven holes in one’s flesh. The hammering scatters dust and broken bricks all over their environment, making them cough and forcing them to squint.
For those with no thick skin nor high walls to begin with, Love is ready for them but she hardly finds such souls wandering around. For on Earth, many have been left to fend in the world without Love. If something were to happen, they are quick to betray Love and turn away.
For those who see Love as merely a beautiful piece of clothing to dress over or a piece of jewellery to be embellished on their bodies, they are fooled. For in such circumstances, Love sees through their tricks and she does not even visit the temples they have built and adorned.
But for those who value depth over distance, Love visits their messy homes and patchy bodies. Love comes near them and asks over and over if she really matters to them. In amongst their growing pains, Love never leaves their side.
So my dear, do not worry about holding space, do not worry about being ready, do not worry about your consistency of your capacity for Love, do not worry about balancing your time with his, do not worry about sustaining the both of you.
Start taking down the walls you had built. Start scratching away the old scabs of skin. Every once in awhile, let him hammer down some of the walls and peel away the hardy skin. Stay curious about the entity that grows from the two of you.
Love herself is curious for the growth of this child. She doesn’t know how the child will evolve but every time you choose Love, you give this child a chance to grow. Many have given up on the children of Love, turning their backs, the children starve for Love until they all disappear into the abyss.
This is the birth of Love and she will never leave your side. She is watching her child, smiling at her child, silently nudging at her child whilst it goes through its growing pains.
Let’s give this child a chance my dear. Let’s see how the child will show up and grow up in this world.
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Have you welcomed Love in your home lately?
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