Join me as I tip my hat to Love.
In genuine humbleness I bow low
to my friend,
my lover,
and my master, Love.
Love remains my only constant companion in this ever-changing world.
So this is for Love…
Love is still the reason we get up everyday. I am learning. Love is old and steady. Love is deep, deeper kind of love. Love is alive. What does that mean? I have heard it in songs that love is alive. But what does it really mean?
When Love moves and we get to feel the breeze produced by this movement. This is what we feel, the reaction to love moving. It is very big, and ancient. Living longer than reaches of my imagination. Ancient and big, and turning, always turning, around and around and around and around without sound without anxiety, without threats, without longing, without restlessness.
Love turns, around me, swirling me up in the eddies. The ebb and flow, the in and out, the love that is. This is what I see. This force, this existence, it has consequences. It has attributes, like my hands, love has form, and function. Though not easy to see, it is very easy to see. Love has miraculous powers, it has compassion, it cares. Love must have consciousness. I have seen it. It IS alive.
Love cares about you and me. Love cares for us, like a mother feeding her young. Love cares for all of us. Love matters. The matter of mystery, Love is the mystery. The mystery is how it knows what we need, when we need, and how much we need. It’s just enough to get us through the door, Just enough to matter. Justice. And sometimes we get to get filled up and over. Bliss.
Love bliss. Love ecstasy. Love moves. It has locomotion. It moves…never stuck, always moving, turning. It is so light and fluid, symmetrical chaos, like a mixture of water and air and feathers and clouds, SPIRIT.
That spirit flows in the River. The river flows, the river knows, the river cares for you, it brings us together, it cares for us and provides for us. Never fear for love IS here. We dance in the ebb and we dance in the flow. We dance in loves bliss. We dance in the river. We dance in the river bliss. The light spray of misty love lights on my darkening skin.
Truth is love and love is truth. The truth? The blissful truth. Love is the blissful truth. The spirit, the spirit that dances is the river bliss. The river bliss IS the truth. Bliss Dancer, spirit dancer. Love. I tip my hat to this blissful dancer. I watch in wonder and great humor as this dancer spins and twirls, eyes closed, smiling lips, very fine like silver chain. I tip my hat to this truth. Really I fall to my face and lay prostrate with humbleness. This is the realness of it all. Love holds me to the floor and I lay still in smiling blissful love.