Musings
From The Heart
An
Essay A Day For A Year
By
Roe
Day
2, January 2, 2012
Even
Clichés Are Love
Good day
everyone across the world, even if you are the only one person somewhere out
there in the world right here right now. Today I am feeling inspired to write
about making “Love”. I really like the
word Love, no matter what language it is in, it is such a nice word. Of course the
word “Love” has a special meaning to me, and making Love is the joyous act of
that wonderful word. I feel excited today to share my heart experience of making
Love with you, but I’m nervous that you are going to get crazy on me with my
description of making Love, and that sounds like fun! So let’s make crazy love together! (But im still nervous.)
Love is such a
cliché, and that is funny, since cliché is Love. Birds and bees are Love, trees
and clouds are love, even poo-poo and lightning bolts and really, really cold
winters are Love. And this one will surely piss you off, evil and war and
Hitler, and that confounded hydrogen bomb are all Love. Pissing you off, my
fellow brother and sister Earthian, is Love, and I am therefore making Love to
and with you. Sharing a tear or smile with
you is making Love too, so let’s see if we can get there together.
In the beginning….. (hee hee this time I’m going to
continue).
In the beginning
there was nothing, and nothing is and was the most beautiful state of balanced
bliss possible. Imagine the serenity and enlightened perfection of the absence
of all as the most truthful ideal of everything that is, like a perfect harmony
of everything in the universe to the point of its total absence. Yes, all, and
no, nothing, and everything in between, was all ecstatically still in an absolute
“no need to be”. This state is called Love. Love is, and Love isn’t, and the acceptance
of the total balance in between is the most ecstatic state of Life, and of
course the absence there of.
That is until
one tiny little piece of matter, one tiny spirit, maybe a one celled organism,
maybe the memory of a 5000 year old blue tree from a forgotten planet, maybe a
little flickering candle at the bedside of a dying life form, said or felt
“but!”, or like little Oliver in Oliver Twist, “more!”. Then that seed of the
memory of bliss and perfect, static, existent harmony, began to question
itself, and in the act of doubt or question or need, it began to unbalance. And
then the clamor of “yeah!” chimed in across the universe, from the memory of
beautiful rocks that can also fall down and go ouch on your head, to chocolate
soufflés that also curl your nose when they rot, and the unbalance turned into
a very dangerous, yet absolutely necessary, awesome wobble.
And then the
most orgasmic, yet frightening, living action of the universe once again
repeated itself, and everything that ever was or could be, screamed out in
ecstatic agony: “Oh shit everything and
everyone, here we go again!” And that is commonly known by us human mortals as
“The Big Bang”, and the Big Bang is The Big Love. The Big Bang is Love manifesting
itself again into form. And with this
form comes the feeling and experience of the bliss and harmony previously not
necessary to exist, also called Love. And with this form comes the feeling and
experience of the absence of bliss and harmony, to the point of genocide and
absolute destruction, also called Love.
Love is all
there is, (even before the Beatles), and Love is all there ever was, and Love
is all there ever will be, including the Love of speaking of Love as a cliché,
and the Love of all evil things. Love is absolute and uncompromising, and Love
is unquestionable, including the gracious act of accepting that Love indeed is
its own shadow and opposite. Love loves
itself to the point of loving its own doubt, its own hate, its own violence,
and its own death. Love is the one last
miniscule star or candle in the universe that can regenerate all life because
it never gives up loving itself, including its darkness and its ability to
annihilate everything in its path when it explodes into yet another ecstatic, wobbling
bang. And round and round Love goes, being everything at all times with loving
full acceptance of all that which we don’t want to accept as Love.
Every trillionth
of a microsecond the universe is making Love, and we are part of the universe. Even as inconsequential life forms on a blue
planet in the middle of nowhere, Love is making love to us. No matter what we
do, we are making Love. When we make
Nobel prize winning sacrifices, we are making Love, and when the whole planet
rides the last nuclear bomb down to our disappearance forever, we are making Love,
and we are still forever loving.
So is it fun
making Love here or what? Since fate is Love and free will is Love, and since
light and dark are both Love, what are we going to do now? And that is funny since that is the whole
question that started the whole thing wobbling in the first place! BANG!
You and I just started the Big Bang again. Bang!, Bang!, Bang!, Bang!,
we go together. When I look into my
beautiful wifes eyes as I orgasm, during her orgasm, as she looks into my eyes,
our perfect child is conceived, and we call her Love. And we made Love. When a man violently takes a woman against
her will, eyes glaring pain as he orgasms, a perfect child is conceived, and we
call her Love. And each child is perfect.
Either child is
the next saint or savior, and either child is the next ogre or villain, and
both are Love. Love is nature of all things, and Love is in the nurture of all
things. Love is in fate and destiny, and Love is in having and exercising the
choice to alter fate and destiny. And so the question comes to mind: If love is everything good and bad, who gives
a shit, let’s just rape, pillage, and plunder, for the sheer hate(Love) and
evil(Love) of it. It’s all the same right?
No, it is not
the same. Love is Love, and hate and evil are the shadows and counter
existences of Love, but Love all the same. Hate and evil are unhappy and
disappointed Loves, and pain and violence are the sad and lonely parts of Love.
And only Love can bring Love to the unhappy and disappointed and shadowed
aspects of Love. We are Love and we are making Love every moment, and we have
our barometer and GPS from yesterday’s essay as our guide. We have our hearts.
Our hearts
preceded the Big Bang, and are in fact the Big Love. And our hearts remember
the purity of Love, and the acceptance of Love’s darkness and opposite balance.
Our hearts are like a beautiful musical harp designed to feel ecstasy out of
joy (cordant Love), and feel pain out of trauma and deprivation (discordant Love),
and from conception we know the difference. From conception through our
gestation inside our mothers and then our births, and our whole lives, we
memorize every moment of cordant or sweet feeling and discordant or painful
love. As we grow up we experience life making Love to itself, and others
makingLlove to us, and we become the results of making cordant or discordant
Love. Fate(Love) tells us to Love or hate, and free will(Love) tells us to Love
or hate, and in effect, we can heart feel the difference. If our destiny and or
free will is to feel cordant Love, we made Love, and how sweet is it. If our destiny or free will is to make
discordant Love, we made Love, and how sad and disappointed and unhappy our Love
is. Everyone and every thing in the universe knows this.
My point today is
to love myself (as if I had a choice) for all my cordant and discordant Love,
and try so hard every day to align the memory of my heart with sweet cordant
heart Love. And my point today is to love you reader and Ghandi and Hitler for
all your cordant and discordant love, and remind you to try so hard to follow your
heart memory of sweet Love, but to remember the Love of your disappointed and
sad and unhappy Love too, which are Love nonetheless.
So let’s trust
our Big bang Love hearts to help us make Love sweetly, and let’s trust our Big
Bang Love hearts to strive to notice the difference when we make Love in a sad
and disappointed and unhappy way, and feel Love for ourselves and all.
This is the best we can all do. That is the
ecstasy and balance of Love and the universe and the miracle of us and all
things. Wow. Bang!, Bang!, Bang! I really love me and you, from birds and bees,
to blue trees on distant planets, to lightning bolts and poo too.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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