And, yes, of course, it would be appropriately paradoxical to recognize that, eventually and ultimately:
All is, indeed, love…
Our life revolves around and intimately involves love’s promptings, urges, impulses, and longings…along with our learnings, which eventually reveal…
that loving leads to more loving
when, and as, we let love guide our choices, we can experience being “in” love
a whole lot more of my day than I ever thought was possible.
This seeking, this practiced stumbling in the direction of caring, may seem idealistic. It may seem ludicrous. It may seem daring, foolish, dangerous, and senselessly reckless.
And, yet, as I apologetically and dedicatedly made my pilgrimage towards the All of love, an unexpected recognition emerged and merged…
The all of love morphed seamlessly into a love for all.
And, now, lookee-lookee here…the paradox appears and stands as true:
If, at our core, the truth of us is found in love, and that realization leads naturally to a willingness to better love all,
then love needs you…
as much as you need love…
in order to be love at all.
Love involves a mutuality…a simultaneous gifting and receiving.
We experience love. It’s an ‘in between’ us experience.
We don’t dream it up.
We feel it. We are drawn towards it…with it…
We live into it…together.
We bring love…to life.
How sweet is that?
This is a sacred experience, which we’ve been scared away from.
Life is risky. Loving is not.
Not loving is risking not truly living.
You sense this.
Will you take a chance on your own goodness?
I am taking my chances with you.
And always will.