Another Perspective On Love
Later that night (the night I surrendered intellectual chatter to intuition and introspection) I jotted down the following words: "There is no need to fill myself up with love. I am already filled up with love. Everyone is. The problem is that we allow our windows to get all dirty and sooty with tension and confusion, thereby blocking the inward and outward view of what is already inside. Love seems to be the appreciation that we are all little lumps in the same earthly soup which is a little lump in the cosmic soup. So, love is an awareness of beautiful energetic relationship and a natural appreciation of the situation. It doesn't seem to be a matter of finding love...it is a matter of being aware of it. It's not a question of invention, but rather of discovery."
Before that day, I had been brainwashed, or rather "heartwashed", into believing love was something that you "made" or "broke up". In addition, I had learned love was a commodity that could be "given" and "taken", as well as something you could "fall into" and "out of" like a hole. It had the power to "break hearts" and then "mend them" again. It appeared to me that love was a cross between a laser beam, a birthday present, an open manhole, and a trophy. Absurd.
I am not about to suggest that I know what love is or that it is anything at all. I would like to share, however, my perception that love is probably not something you can "have" like a possession, or something you can "make", like a table, or something you can "lose" like a key, and that it might be experienced as an open, clear emanation of goodness that wells up within the bodymind and projects out through the vortex of the heart.
From "Body Mind" by Ken Dychtwald
Before that day, I had been brainwashed, or rather "heartwashed", into believing love was something that you "made" or "broke up". In addition, I had learned love was a commodity that could be "given" and "taken", as well as something you could "fall into" and "out of" like a hole. It had the power to "break hearts" and then "mend them" again. It appeared to me that love was a cross between a laser beam, a birthday present, an open manhole, and a trophy. Absurd.
I am not about to suggest that I know what love is or that it is anything at all. I would like to share, however, my perception that love is probably not something you can "have" like a possession, or something you can "make", like a table, or something you can "lose" like a key, and that it might be experienced as an open, clear emanation of goodness that wells up within the bodymind and projects out through the vortex of the heart.
From "Body Mind" by Ken Dychtwald
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