I love you and you love me... And we often wonder what we did that brought us to this! We did not know each other a few years ago. Now we know no one else. We had not the faintest awareness of each other's existence- and now we know no other existence. This is all good. It is all well. And it is as it should be. Yet- there are some punctuation marks that force us to pause and ponder. These pauses make us more alive and aware of that moment which must define a life. They make us more alive in each moment and to each other- complete with flaws and with traits that first got us together. There is nothing else that matters now. There is nothing else that CAN matter now. Only that we are together and we will not have it any other way.
And yet... we must also acknowledge that this is not perfect. I am not perfect. You are not perfect. It is the search that we both undertake that seeks perfection and sees nothing less as possible. Love, they say is blind. no. I assert. Love is not blind. It blinds. Love makes every little flaw and each big one, disappear as if these do not exist. Not that they do not matter. But that they do not exist. However, deep down we both know. We are seeking. And have forgotten to see. It is time to rest our eyes and even our minds. It is time to let our souls awaken from the slumber and simply see what is, not seek what is not.
Will we see each other in this light- just as we are? And will we decide in the depth of our souls that THIS is what we chose? This is the life and the after life that we chose and this is what will bring us the light and the cool breeze in the stark desert of life? This is what will bring the showers and the flowers. This is what will bring the song and the poetry. This is what will be the well spring of life.
We live in each other's awareness. We live in each other's consciousness as the feelings we feel. Not as they are. Not as we are. But as the feelings we each feel. It is time to realise that we are a sum of several things. We are not our feelings alone. We are not our thoughts alone. We are a sum of all the moments that we live and do not even register in our consciousness. We are a sum of all the moments that the Universe has seen prior to us and will see after we are gone. We may be an insignificant speck in the firmament of Life and of Time and we may be THe defining speck without which the pattern of the Space Time just would not be what it is. We are in reality neither one nor the other. We are at once both. This is not very difficult to reconcile with our consciousness; it is only made more difficult by the eyes we look at the Universe with.
In fact, in some alternate Universe we have not even met. We have not fallen in love. We are not aware of each other's existence and know not how much we mean to each other in this one. In this alternate world, it does not matter that we woke today or did not. It does not matter that we breathed the same air or not.
In that alternate Universe the little battle that left us both embittered could not have happened. In that alternate world, the little moment of togetherness that we stole from our day to reinforce our belief in love forever would not have mattered. In that alternate Universe, we could be with someone else. Or still waiting for each other. Or we could have met, and parted knowing this is not to be. But all that would have to be in an alternate world where the laws of our world do not hold. It would have to be a world where we could not survive because the only natural existence for us is to be in each other's love. That would have to be a world where the laws would be completely different. Because any world where we are not together is not a possibility from what we know about each other- even without being aware of the knowledge.
In any world where life exists as we know life to exist- in any world that closely follows our laws- an alternate reality is not possible. It is not possible for any other combination of breaths and moments in a world that we recognise as a world.
So stay with me- and love me tender.
Stay with me and fight bitter battles only as a means to express that undying desire never to be free of my presence. Just as I confess my undying desire to be in your presence in your world and your life.
Love me. For nothing else is possible. The magic is here.
The elegance of being alive, the magic and the mystery of being in love gets overlooked by the business of living and believing there will be better days. Those days will never be. They are here and they are now. They are never going to be in some intangible, distant, unforeseeable future that we are doomed to keep looking for. The elegance of being alive and the magic and the mystery of being in love are defined in each moment we live fully aware that it is THE only moment we live. In each moment a part of our life becomes history. Something that cannot be changed. And in each moment we are at the point where we can define history by making a choice- to observe THE moment.
The most crucial moment of any 'episode' in life is not when that episode happens. The most crucial moment in life's episodes are the moments just BEFORE the episodes happen. In that moment we could fly, or love, or hate or even simply leave everything behind.
But in the mad rush of living a fast paced life- we hardly notice the moments. We only notice the episodes. And we miss the moment of simply BEING alive. The moment that we could go anywhere and do anything. This is the moment when we can touch eternity. This is the moment when we can connect with God. This is the moment when we can finally come home.
And where is really the home? Is it in the four walls that protect us from the blistering cold of bitter winters or from the blistering heat of vaporizing summers? Or is home the pace where we may rest our heads and our hearts knowing that the elements are our friends and we need no protection. That we are one. One with the Earth. And with the Firmament. And it is the place where we discover our own Divinity in love.
And that home is the place where nothing else matters.
Home is the place where we find ourselves because we found us.
And yet... we must also acknowledge that this is not perfect. I am not perfect. You are not perfect. It is the search that we both undertake that seeks perfection and sees nothing less as possible. Love, they say is blind. no. I assert. Love is not blind. It blinds. Love makes every little flaw and each big one, disappear as if these do not exist. Not that they do not matter. But that they do not exist. However, deep down we both know. We are seeking. And have forgotten to see. It is time to rest our eyes and even our minds. It is time to let our souls awaken from the slumber and simply see what is, not seek what is not.
Will we see each other in this light- just as we are? And will we decide in the depth of our souls that THIS is what we chose? This is the life and the after life that we chose and this is what will bring us the light and the cool breeze in the stark desert of life? This is what will bring the showers and the flowers. This is what will bring the song and the poetry. This is what will be the well spring of life.
We live in each other's awareness. We live in each other's consciousness as the feelings we feel. Not as they are. Not as we are. But as the feelings we each feel. It is time to realise that we are a sum of several things. We are not our feelings alone. We are not our thoughts alone. We are a sum of all the moments that we live and do not even register in our consciousness. We are a sum of all the moments that the Universe has seen prior to us and will see after we are gone. We may be an insignificant speck in the firmament of Life and of Time and we may be THe defining speck without which the pattern of the Space Time just would not be what it is. We are in reality neither one nor the other. We are at once both. This is not very difficult to reconcile with our consciousness; it is only made more difficult by the eyes we look at the Universe with.
In fact, in some alternate Universe we have not even met. We have not fallen in love. We are not aware of each other's existence and know not how much we mean to each other in this one. In this alternate world, it does not matter that we woke today or did not. It does not matter that we breathed the same air or not.
In that alternate Universe the little battle that left us both embittered could not have happened. In that alternate world, the little moment of togetherness that we stole from our day to reinforce our belief in love forever would not have mattered. In that alternate Universe, we could be with someone else. Or still waiting for each other. Or we could have met, and parted knowing this is not to be. But all that would have to be in an alternate world where the laws of our world do not hold. It would have to be a world where we could not survive because the only natural existence for us is to be in each other's love. That would have to be a world where the laws would be completely different. Because any world where we are not together is not a possibility from what we know about each other- even without being aware of the knowledge.
In any world where life exists as we know life to exist- in any world that closely follows our laws- an alternate reality is not possible. It is not possible for any other combination of breaths and moments in a world that we recognise as a world.
So stay with me- and love me tender.
Stay with me and fight bitter battles only as a means to express that undying desire never to be free of my presence. Just as I confess my undying desire to be in your presence in your world and your life.
Love me. For nothing else is possible. The magic is here.
The elegance of being alive, the magic and the mystery of being in love gets overlooked by the business of living and believing there will be better days. Those days will never be. They are here and they are now. They are never going to be in some intangible, distant, unforeseeable future that we are doomed to keep looking for. The elegance of being alive and the magic and the mystery of being in love are defined in each moment we live fully aware that it is THE only moment we live. In each moment a part of our life becomes history. Something that cannot be changed. And in each moment we are at the point where we can define history by making a choice- to observe THE moment.
The most crucial moment of any 'episode' in life is not when that episode happens. The most crucial moment in life's episodes are the moments just BEFORE the episodes happen. In that moment we could fly, or love, or hate or even simply leave everything behind.
But in the mad rush of living a fast paced life- we hardly notice the moments. We only notice the episodes. And we miss the moment of simply BEING alive. The moment that we could go anywhere and do anything. This is the moment when we can touch eternity. This is the moment when we can connect with God. This is the moment when we can finally come home.
And where is really the home? Is it in the four walls that protect us from the blistering cold of bitter winters or from the blistering heat of vaporizing summers? Or is home the pace where we may rest our heads and our hearts knowing that the elements are our friends and we need no protection. That we are one. One with the Earth. And with the Firmament. And it is the place where we discover our own Divinity in love.
And that home is the place where nothing else matters.
Home is the place where we find ourselves because we found us.
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