The Everywhere of Love

Love pours from the fount of the infinite that is set as the centerpiece in every single singing shining waving forming quantum.

It is the eternal innocence of the universe apprehended in the depth of silence, birdsong, river running and any sound for that matter. It is the background of the entire cosmic landscape. When you intend to sip its song you immediately feel its indomitable giggle. A child, beaming bright and indestructible, that even awaits in the blackhole of war to instantly reverse morbid mayhem into a waltz of wizarding beauty.

The sad story is not that there are moments when love is void for such is impossible. It is that we do not turn open the faucet of the fount of its infinitude any time we need love, forgetting its everywhereness. Slumbering from the perpetual awakening of its galactic joy any dull moment that needs a dance with the chieftain of the smiling universe.

We search and search, haplessly in the hearts of others to find love, forgetting that love can only be opened when it is found in nothing. For there its somethingness cavorts happily with paradox, tickling our tears to turn our sullen faces to the great radiance that bubbles in the very breath.

On the other end of love, when we are open and trusting that it is the very songlines that vibrates the whole form of the universe, the challenge about ever-evolving our capacity to hold more space for the infinitudes of love, as secret ears open in every dot of skin, blushing suddenly with the over-flowing cup of beauty as we realize love is truly singing in all things as masked merriment.

And when love is thusly trusted and called upon, invoked in abundant perpetuity, it bears its child: wisdom. For when we love, we also understand and this is one of the secret secrets of the universe. For if we hate or throttle someone or something with distaste, we do not yield to the full spectrum of their vibration, as love is bordered, limited and cut off from running its full, holy spectrum. But when we love not as some dumb weakness, but knowing that love is the all embrace of our heart-mind's field, then there is full opening to understand the total information of the object of our awareness.

Tolstoy hummed this hymnal so eloquently: ‘Everything I understand, I understand because I love.’

Enemies and antagonists are so because they do not fully understand each other and themselves. If love were given full credence, we would see we are one and the same, and all war would be insane. We would realize, through the genius of the heart-mind, wielding unity consciousness, all the gaps in our ignorance, which founds our fears, the thorns that spur our warring. With love, we come to know in fullness. Wisdom, the angel of philosophy, beams luminous, nourishing our soul like angelic manna. Truth becomes a felt-sense of deeply satisfying beauty. We come to fulfillment on the level of a spiritual depth which calms all lust and hunger.

The world is love. The universe is love. This only sounds trivial or cliché to one who has become so jaded and cynical that they no longer bound with that childish enthusiasm to drink in constancy from the everywhere fount of love, no longer believing it to be as the world has scared away their innocence, making love conditional, sourced in things and people, rather than by one, sparkling intention to turn on the fount and drink of love’s elixir. The forever child in us even knows therein an obscured truth, for there is no need to turn it on, only to open the hands of one’s life to the shower of bedazzling love, ever-raining from all directions, wishing to cajole us into singing in the great symphony of divine cosmos and share the glorious news with all that have tragically forgotten the song of love that flows sweetly from the ethers in undying felicity.

Love IS. Allow it in. Always. Evermore.
Do not seek, just let it find you.
Always. Evermore.
And never feel needy or ashamed for asking for the infinite elixir of love to come to you. It is your natural and divine birthright to invoke it at anytime you need, dear shining child.

You are a masterful love magician. You can invoke it in any, every moment, especially those desperate for love, besieged by terror and the darkness of love's ignorance.
Invoke love until you are assured as such a magical master. Until there is no more doubt.
You need love, just as you need the breath of the Mother in every suckle of your lungs. And just as the breath, it is as easy to obtain with one long draught of your soul's intention.
And suddenly, in a mercury of a moment, you will realize the need itself eventually falls away, for you have always been and always will be love. You are a child of love.
You are love incarnate.
And then, all there is is the genius to delight in waking the world to the ecstatic splendour of that knowing...

[Art: Shower of Love by Rassouli]