The answer is love. The trick is also love. The mastery is love. Only love can never die. The most simple concept is the most complex. Profound in all its crevices and outlets. Complicated in all its misinterpretations. Being good, being nice- does not equal love. Behaving in a way to get the reaction that we want does not equal love. Being loving as a part of your persona- does not equal love. So the word gets thrown around but it’s meaningless because of how the mind twists it for security purposes and for a sense of self righteous self appreciation. Love is flawless in its execution and fearless in its demand. Love traces the edges of all that is true and pulls it to its center. This does not always feel comfortable or acceptable to you or others. It’s not so simple. But it is so simply wise. Like “kindness” what does it mean? To get a reaction that reinforces insincerity? Sometimes out of kindness and love in the deepest sense we get contrary results. Results that feel disruptive and discordant. It’s because of where the rivers meet, it’s because of the power of clarification. Holding true to the grit of love first of all means getting to the core of your being. Where true love resides and commands without effort. Nobody ever promised you good results immediately for being the love. Be the love. All the words I’ve just written point to the riddle and the need for selfless action for the sake of self. For the sake of all. The eyes of love see very big, the picture not just of now but of how did we come to now and where is now going. The pain of separation we experience and define as distance from God- all the yearning and devotion that is really so important is the beginning middle and end of purification. Purification is clarification. It is sharpening the lens of what love is. How do we get the strength, the conviction the know how? When love is in our veins, our skin and our bones? How do we get the insight and objectivity when love is in our breath and our tears? This is a place, love. We are on a journey. Our heart is the one who comes from this place. I get questions about “being loving, being kind” while the person stifles their true creative nature for the sake of group acceptance. When they get the benign response due to their “loving compliance” it only lasts for awhile- because behind it hiding are grief and fear and rage. Why? Love doesn’t ride in anyone’s mold to reach its destination. To act out of actual love and kindness can be risky when it’s true. It’s dangerous to really be that precise and that profound. No, for now love is an act often emerging from fear- fear of survival. So it’s not love. Love starts in you and for you – for everything you are- especially for how you are different. Especially for how you are true -genuinely you. It’s scary. If you read this fast you won’t know. If you see the significance of the depth of my words you will be befuddled. Where do I start? Why has my mind gone both wild and dull? The answer is clear. The answer is love. Love calls from afar, as the destination. No, there is no time and space after all I guess. But for now it’s real, but for now we have this heart who hears and knows how to follow the distant howl. But you have to listen, for real. We can arrive at love. It’s not far. Funny how we live as it if it. Imagining we have it- confused as to why the anger frustration and pain remain. Why can’t you fly? Why can’t you sing freely? Why can’t you just get up and go? Love will never block you, only your lie will. Love will set you up to feel the anguish soul deep. Because love is in your shadow pulling you toward the light.