Love renders unto us such a bounty of
experience. Within family. Lasting friendship . Oceans. Wildlife.
Courageous others, human and animal and living beings alike. Those so
difficult to know, with their terribly brambled ways. Beloveds.
And
acquiesced depth brings with its stride it's consequent vulnerability.
Of caring. Of being touched by our experience. And changed.
Love makes a shambles of imagined walls of protection - of anything we pretend we have, hiding away; leaving us only with our own open true hearts.
And we sit with love. Love of the world. Of a neighborhood. Of a memory. Of individuals once known or those soon to be gone.
We sit , and the opening simply continues ; an unending wave, true unto itself, without regard to fear or uncertainty- or that scampering visitor, desertion.
Love fills us and murmurs one true song, whose capacity is to bring us to our knees. It reveals it's consciousness of this very moment-now-as the place to BE.
As, yes, a loved one worsens. As a sea is filling with radiation. As birds soar and play in updrafts. As another summer rolls on in. As we small beings, human and other, continue living our small precious moment , being here.
Love makes a shambles of imagined walls of protection - of anything we pretend we have, hiding away; leaving us only with our own open true hearts.
And we sit with love. Love of the world. Of a neighborhood. Of a memory. Of individuals once known or those soon to be gone.
We sit , and the opening simply continues ; an unending wave, true unto itself, without regard to fear or uncertainty- or that scampering visitor, desertion.
Love fills us and murmurs one true song, whose capacity is to bring us to our knees. It reveals it's consciousness of this very moment-now-as the place to BE.
As, yes, a loved one worsens. As a sea is filling with radiation. As birds soar and play in updrafts. As another summer rolls on in. As we small beings, human and other, continue living our small precious moment , being here.
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