The holiday love storm known as Valentine's Day tosses up cupid and the subject of love in our face every year. As a result, our heartfelt emotions get twisted in patterns of thought regarding the abundance of love or lack of love in our lives. In the midst of these winds of change, when our love life rolls through our hearts like a hail filled hurricane, choose to stand in the eye of the storm. Maybe it is the opposite, maybe love has not passed through your life in years and you are waiting for the faintest breeze of your Prince or Princess charming to blow through before you faint from years of impatience. Perhaps you have kissed so many frogs in your life, your mouth is covered in warts and you are still waiting for 'the one' to bring you medicated lip balm and take your breath away. The winds of love or a lack of love in our life reflected back to us on the nations most loving holiday can be enough to rip apart the emotional soil of our life from time to time. It is still possible to find peace in our lives no matter how many annoying, lovey dovey couples surround us on Valentine's.
Take a moment to close your eyes, ever so humbly, listening to the faintest sound of your own heartbeat and center the mind on love. Maybe it is not what you want to hear, but humor me and repeat after me anyway;
Love sustains me, come what may in life. Love, although known by many names through the ages, is my divinity.
When you my love arrive, speak to me for a moment about lust and the passion in a one night stand and I will laugh joyfully. Lust and love are not one in the same, it is foolish to believe they are. Lust is merely the lowest form of love. Hold it up in a glass, lust may fill you for a night but by morning it will leave you feeling empty. Real love is timeless and eternal. It does not betray their beloved for selfish reasons. Tell me your story love, I want to hear about the passion that grew between you and the friend who loved you best, the one who weathered the storms of life with you. The one who would bleed for you, lay down their life for you, cross enemy lines alone just to bring you home because they believe your life has value and meaning. Love, in it's sweetest, most loyal form. Better yet, leave the superficial conversation behind and tell me, whom in your life do you love enough to die for, tell me why? Speak to me about your experienxe of the brotherly love that rushes into a raging inferno to rescue a stranger from burning flames. Tell me about the love a soldier has for their fellow comrades causing them to risk their life to shield and protect their troops as bullets fly overhead in clouds of war. Talk to me about the beloved pet who is loved as a valued family member and rescues his owner from a burglary occuring in the middle of the night. Speak to me about the loving guardian angel who suddenly appears in an emergency to help a person in need or the stranger who gives an organ so someone half way around the world just so they can survive another day.
Love. Kindness. Compassion.
These are the stories you love, exist in. These are the stories I hold onto for dear life, when life falls apart.
The symphony of unforgiveness sometimes keeps us from love, when anger and resentment cracks the heart like a desert dry from lack of rain. While the lack of seeking forgiveness from another. Our failure to apologize for the wounds we have created and the hurt we have caused others, keeps us from entering the unconditional, revolving door of love. We think we are so advanced, we think we have you, love figured out but our logical interpretation of you is that of a caveman searching for the secret to fire. I have seen glimpses of you love in the laughter of children, in the smile of the little hearts that surround my life. Knowing without a shadow of a doubt you exist. Willingly, let us stand in the place where you exist, and jump without fear, hesitation, or excuses about being hurt because what is love without realizing that in life, you sometimes get hurt. Love is the band aid of life we must travel through in order to heal.
Love, like the phoenix, you burn away everything we once were and make me into a better version of myself. When you, love become my partner in life, you hold up a mirror so I may heal the darkest parts of my soul. If I do not do the work to heal, to soul search, then love, my success is only superficial. Out of fear of facing my own demons, I may leave my current relationship to only attract another pair of pants or another skirt that recycles my life lessons until I am faced with the courage to heal my own heart. You my love, are my greatest teacher, my best friend and my greatest ally.
When you look into my eyes love, see into the deepest part of my soul. Travel back in time to when I was conceived in love by my parents, nurtured in love in my mothers womb and knew not the pain of this world. See through the illusions of seperation that keep me from you my love. Feel my heartbeat, let it pulse through your veins so that we may grow in partnership and the sum becomes greater than it's parts. My love, can you feel me reaching out for your touch, for your guidance? Tell me after all this time, through failed relationships and heartache, life has not made your heart hard with disbelief. Love, even in the darkest of times there is the faint glow of hope. Sometimes it takes having your heart broken into a thousand grains of sand to realize when those small grains are united together, love creates a window to see through the soul and connects oceans and people from around the world. You are not alone love. We are together always, weaving in and out of the time and space, cosmic continuum. Seperation is not the truth, because in my soul love, I close my eyes and exist in the eternal heartbeat of wherever you are love.
When I close my eyes tonight love, be with me in my dreams. Dance slowly with me in my heart as the night falls, surrounded by the flicker of candles tracing the cliff ledge, surrendering to the sound of crashing ocean waves below us. Move with me safely, let me be your student in a peace filled life and allow me the space to trust in the guidance you eminate by intutive moonlight. My love, I know you exist. You love, are in everything and everyone. You are in the beauty of a bumble bee, in the colors of a sunset and in the warmth of a friend's embrace. You love, if we take the risk, lead us through a passion filled life. Jumping into the unknown is the only option I chose love. Speaking my truth love, it is the chance I shall take to know you, in order to love and be loved in return.
Love, teach me to have the wisdom to value, love and give to myself what I seek from another, so that I may be like an endless fountain of joy and not one who seeks to quench only my thirst but has nothing to give.
I have known you intimately love, there is no shame in revealing my soul or my sexuality to you for the lessons you have taught me, transformed me for life. You have shattered my heart many times love, but I will embrace you regardless and conquer my fears. When the time comes for you to take my hand love, I will not quiver or run away like a coward. Courage will become my friend when I am afraid and I will put on the armor of truth required to slay the enemies of love, which disguise themselves as self made fears of the heart.
Love I am forever humbled before your sacred power and seek to be a more loving person, to inspire and uplift the human heart, no matter what the risks may be or where the journey of my soul may lead.
You love, in all the forms you manifest in my life, are a blessing.
I appreciate and celebrate all the love in my life today.
Leaving us no reason to put a 'hit' out on Cupid this Valentine's, no matter the state of our love life.
Kahlil Gibran on Love
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.