An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 47, February 16, 2012
***
I was thinking this morning of the many ways that Love can be expressed. Since the whole universe popped out of just the idea of Love, that is a lot of ways. When a baby animal is fed upon by a predator, everyone is sad. The idea of a living baby creature’s tiny body giving itself to the life sustenance of a predator is a gift of Love. Love is sadness, yet that sadness brings life. Love is life. When a person Loves another, but withholds that Love out of anger, that is so mean. Anger and meanness are Love. Anger and meanness to a healthy heart cause compassion and empathy. Compassion and empathy are Love. There has been a lot of very angry and prideful and selfish Love fueling so many tragic wars over the last couple of millenniums. Love that is disappointed and hurt turns to hate. Hate is Love. So much hateful Love has grieved and healed into a whole lot of peaceful Love in our world. Love is peace.
My favorite way of feeling and expressing Love is exactly like the universe. The universe breathes just like we do. In and then out. The universe has a heartbeat just like we do. THUMP-thump. The world spins around cart wheeling just like we do. Head up, head down. I am so proud to Love sweetly. Head up. I am so ashamed to have done that to you. Head down. I love you forever and ever. Breathe in. I hate you, get out of my life. Breathe out. I’m sorry I hit the poor little dog that won’t obey. Thump. I am so regretful of those ugly parts of me. THUMP. The book of translation of the universe is Love, Love, and then Love. Finally Love, and just a little more Love.
We are all doing our best. And the best is Love. We are all falling short of our potential of best. Falling short is Love. Love is universal and unconditional. Love is perfect. Love is subjective and capricious. Love is faulty. The world is filled with suffering and disillusionment. Love is perfectly designed to suffer and disillusion. Love is shining and available all the time to all. Love is perfectly designed to always be there. The tiniest most frail candle in the universe contains more power than all the darkness in the universe combined. Light is Love and inextinguishable. In every corner of every place in every universe there is more darkness than light and Love could ever illuminate. Yet darkness is Love. Love can be so clever like that.
If Love is everything then our bodies are Love. When I look in the mirror I say “wow”, and I am awed by myself. I love myself. When I see parts of me that are defective or less than what I hoped for, I say “ich”, and I loathe myself. Loathing is Love. When I gaze upon females as a male I feel “wow” right down in my loins. Love is in my loins. My genital is designed to shoot copious streams of Love any and every which-away. Now I got Love all over the place. I love Her so much, and I feel it from head to toe. Love is in every cell of my body. I hate her so much I want to clobber her or run away. Love is still in every call of my body. Love means never giving up. I will endure. Love means it’s time to move on. Goodbye is Love.
When I hold my newborn in my arms I cry tears of Love. Tears are Love. When I am rolled into the oven or laid into the earth I am gone. Death is Love. When I am remembered as that special man that was Loved, I am Love. When I am remembered as that son of a bitch that blazed pain across the planet, I am Love. Up, down, right, wrong, left, right, here, gone, happy, sad, alive, dead, LOVE. Songs are Love. But silence is better Love. Of course there are some Loves that are preferable and superior to other Loves. That is the nature of Love. Of course there is no better Love than any other Love, that is the nature of Love.
If I were God I would make sure there are no Gods. No God is Love. If I were God I would make sure that everything is God. God is Love. If I could ask God for anything I would ask that everything be made perfect. Perfect is Love. If I could ask God anything, I would ask that not one atom be changed. Imperfection is Love. You Love, Me Love, He Love, She Love, It Love. Jesus Love, Hitler Love, exquisite Love, putrid Love, all in the same sentence. Love.
If I were Love I would put a series of Love guidance objects in the center of all humans. Just left of center in the middle of the chest of all humans, I would make a big hole. In that hole I would toss a Love sextant, and next to it throw in a Love pendulum. Then I would carefully place a Love radar just between them. Next to them I would add a super cool Love GPS that is linked to all other living love creatures in the universe. On top I would place the Love radio antenna, of course able to pick up signals throughout the universe. Right before I sew up the hole in everyone’s chest I would add just one tiny zillion Love-a-byte super Love computer to synchronize all the Love Gadgets. Of course this glob of hardware and software all super-glued together also has a pretty cool pump to circulate blood. I call this magical Love device a “heart”, and I entrust the small hopeful child within all of us to operate it. We could call this our Love organ. It’s cool, no matter what you do with this cool heart, it Loves. And when you mess up, your heart has a great solution, and it Loves.
My heart says that everything is going to be OK. Love knows the way. The supposed renaissance that the world experienced about 500 years ago was a pimple on the flea of Love compared to what you and I and our world are living right now. This is the age of Love. We are Love, with all its immaculately conceived flaws. We are aware of our Love, and we strive for Love, and we know of the shadows of Love worldwide, and our hearts Love like never before. Love is all there is. And Love is good enough for me. Thank you and congratulations to everyone and everything in our universe for your Love contribution, whatever it may be.
Love you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
No comments:
Post a Comment