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10:24 a.m. - Thursday, Jun. 24, 2004 So too, love is your crucifixion Yet the highest of all spiritual paths is...love Our greatest attainment For in our mate We find... Ourselves Their eyes...tell us who we are Our eyes.....tell them who they are In that relationship, carefully travelled.... We find heaven We find health We find growth We learn the difference between pseudo love and innocent, pure love Oh, Lord, teach me not only to love but also, to be-loved Oh, Lord, open the eyes of my beloved So that we might dance The intimate dance of highest life, together After independence Comes interdependence The end of spirituality... is the wisdom of interdependent, dancing, pure love . In my childhood, perhaps I came closer to pure love But I needed to grow I needed to experience the marshes, the mountains, the valleys, the dark caverns.. the horrors as well as sublime delights the narrowness as well as the fullness .. Before the clarity ...of pure love...with the most inimtate love of life It's beyond a mere feeling, yet feeling It's beyond mere thoughts, mere words It's being..caught up It's being..determined but in a gentle sense, gentle strength It's more a relaxing letting go, than a hanging on It's accepting the cruxifixions knowing That beyond them... Is our greatest achievement... Love 1:58 p.m. - Friday, Dec. 26, 2003 To be loved�.to love� an intimate relationship unparalled.. To be chased around the bedroom �. To look into your eyes to see my love returned....with fire To cherish, protect....to be�. To face each day with spirit, strength, joy! no matter what irritations arise To watch the sunset, moon rise and feel what I used to feel �with a blanket of warmth rising, over flowing What do I want? - my child to be safe, happy, at ease What do I want? - my mate to be honored, respected, fulfilled What do I want? - life�.spiritual life�coming out of my eyes, through the top of my head and circling to those around until it returns to be once again Oh, love�.so much you offer each one of us�..what can compare to love�. Not wealth, not riches, not sex�.although all can be good�.but no, they can�t compare� I look around at recent events�...out there I do not see fire but ice, absence of light just haze�. But here�.....here in a small dark shelf in my heart�. Love still lives, still breathes, still beats a light but steady pace, still waits to ignite� Rise Oh, love Fall on that which is worthy Only gently touch that which is not�hoping But live� Continue to live�strong....in me.
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