Love has come
Unexpectedly
And truth-filled:

It has torn open
Closed places
That no longer
Need hiding spaces
Now that love has come
Unrushed
Building gentle joy
Wisps in new places,
And in new spaces
It was worth
Waking for.

— Cicely Rodway

A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long
at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born
in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

— Robert Bly

The movement of love is the movement of transformation and fair warning to anyone who enters that space that we will lose everything, even what we don’t know we have to lose. Love comes to destroy us and to create something entirely new from the ashes. Love is the expression of any who dare to meet in that energy, a whole heart forged from a shattered heart. Love includes all the heart, the beloved, the romantic, the broken, the devastated, and the quantum potential of what is next.

~Steven Harrison, “What’s Next After Now? – Post-Spirituality and the Creative Life

facets and faces of love…loving
ecstatic and heartbreaking
excruciatingly breathtaking
thresholds heights depths breadths

i contain the multitudes
and the multitudes contain me
this vessel of I AM
my only home

wanderer, gypsy, dakini
belonging to the land beyond now
dusty sandals
i walk onward
heart in hand
eyes on God

knowing the unknowable
making love with the mystery
trembling with the fragility
of my own existence
bowing to the resilience
of my soul in wonder

god, take me
all of me
to the all in you
thy will be done
in me

i am you
i am yours
eternally in love

ameyn

birthing my wild true heart
penetrated by the holy
love becomes me 
moves everywhere
belly eyes yoni hands mouth
i am breath vibrating
becoming the sacred
body of the goddess
rivers run 
mountains erupt
oceans surge
rivers flow
deserts thirst
sun burns
moon illumines
i am birthing 
the lover in me
i am the land
of milk and honey
my heart is spilling open
love is everywhere
drink me in
drink me in
stay close
draw near
I AM here

Above all, be alone with it all,
a hiving off, a corner of silence
amidst the noise, refuse to talk
even to yourself, and stay in this place
until the current of the story
is strong enough to float you out.
— David Whyte

The True Love

There is a faith in loving fiercely
the one who is rightfully yours,
especially if you have
waited years and especially
if part of you never believed
you could deserve this
loved and beckoning hand
held out to you this way.

I am thinking of faith now
and the testaments of loneliness
and what we feel we are
worthy of in this world.

Years ago in the Hebrides
I remember an old man
who walked every morning
on the grey stones
to the shore of the baying seals,

who would press his hat
to his chest in the blustering
salt wind and say his prayer
to the turbulent Jesus
hidden in the water,

and I think of the story
of the storm and everyone
waking and seeing
the distant
yet familiar figure
far across the water
calling to them,

and how we are all
preparing for that
abrupt waking,
and that calling,
and that moment
we have to say yes,
except it will
not come so grandly,
so Biblically,
but more subtly
and intimately in the face
of the one you know
you have to love,

so that when we finally step out of the boat
toward them, we find
everything holds
us, and confirms
our courage, and if you wanted
to drown you could,
but you don’t

because finally
after all the struggle
and all the years,
you don’t want to any more,
you’ve simply had enough
of drowning
and you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
dangerous, to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.

~ David Whyte ~

“Imagine setting it all down—papers, plans, appointments, everything—
leaving only a note ‘Gone to the fields to be lovely.
Be back when I’m through blooming.’”
~ Lynn Ungar, Camas Lilies

“What I Have Learned So Far”

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.
~ Mary Oliver