:: poetry ::

Monday, December 26, 2005

What can be stronger than love?

What could mobilize our interest and the energy that is necessary to look with full attention?
It could be the love and beauty that touch us directly in moments of grace. For some time they fill the brain with their fragrance and evoke the intent to be more awake.
More often, however, our motivation comes from discontent and suffering. When we become aware that our unrealized ideals and hopes are illusions, when the condition of society and mankind touches us deeply, when we are caught in fears of senselesness and death, there might be an inner push that encourages us to question everything and look anew.

How do we look? What is there to explore?
Our theme is love. But we don't know what love is. We don't simply believe what others tell us. We don't follow any outer authority. Therefore, we can only start with what is present in our consciousness now.
I watch myself and become aware of my feelings, thoughts and actions. I watch the others and I watch the world. Being an explorer, I don't judge - I look. I find out if I can see without judging. Being an explorer, I have no fixed expectations, only an intention - to discover what love is.

Quite often I might get angry, scared or depressed by what I see in myself and others. Through this I realize that I react automatically to nearly everything - thereby clouding my perceptions.

Slowly, self-awareness grows and I come closer and closer to what is: the movement of contents and qualities in consciousness.
It becomes difficult to separate the outer from the inner world because I can't decide whether objects and experiences are outside or inside my brain. It becomes almost impossible to hold on to any sure knowledge. But my intention to find true love stays and grows.

I see my own limitations and those of others. This makes me more open, more tolerant. I discover the existence of a language of the heart to which I can listen. I am surprised to notice that my feeling of self-importance diminishes.

Slowly a new taste spreads in consciousness. I can't really grasp it. But it lights a flame of certainty and joy. The taste is full of liveliness. It is more real than anything I have known.
Again and again I lose the contact to it. But it calls. I can't forget it any more. And over and over I walk the road anew.
The following thoughts, experiences and insights reflect this road. Only when you and I discover and live them now are they true.
I write about love. What I say about it is not love. It is not an idea or a concept. I cannot invent love through thought. But maybe it will radiate from between the words and lines, because love shines. It is the light of all.

For me the most important thing in life is to live in love. I am filled with this wish because I feel that we are deeply disturbed. Our illness is that we are not really present.

We are imprisoned in our constructed worlds. This creates pain and deep suffering. It effects me and all of us. There is a certainty in me that only love can heal us humans, because it leads to direct being. Therefore, it should be the main concern of our life.

The journey into love is the biggest adventure possible. It questions everything. It shakes everything. As a guide, it teaches us to meet ourselves. Love is like an inner fire - the more I surrender, the more it shows itself. With gentleness it sees my inabilities and failures. It shows me patiently, with love, what is not love.

Over and over I reach a point where trust is important. These are the moments when love wants to show itself through my actions. It shakes my reason. It shakes my self-image and my rules. It asks for attention, because otherwise, I can't feel it. It asks for devotion, because otherwise, it can't reveal itself.

Yet, strong resistances in me do not want to let go: fear and hate, greed and longing, self-pity and pride, comfort and routine. Love accepts my struggles - with love. It is always present: in my conflicts, my desperation, my aggression, my inattention. Love sings the song of love without a pause, and without choice. Wherever I am, wherever I go, it is already there. Love is concerned about me, but it is free of all worry. It contains all the time of our world. No matter what I do, at some point I have to meet it.

What can be stronger than love?

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