Love; of pain and acceptance.
Of love and all her sorts, she delicately calls out to you through an unfamiliar voice. If in any sudden moment she ever does, it should please you to simply follow her, and to the ends of the earth if need be. You just might be given a chance to submit to a higher power at play. A chance to witness, understand and acknowledge the roles that propel the movement of destiny-altering desires.
When Love takes a hold of you, it may restrain you but in doing so also, it grows your spirit. Simply because it’s joys and sorrows, its ups that can be also such downers, are both as ecstatic as they are fearful. As gracefully as she can crown you; as easy as indulging in your desires, she will also crucify you. As if tending to simultaneously shear you and grow you.
“Like a great mistress, she will teach you,
to understand the deepest secrets of your heart,
and illuminate the darkness in your mind.”
It will show you the peaceful and calming pleasures of it, as well as the dread and hurtful tales of it. You will laugh and weep about love, as it strips you whole, refines you, and nurses you through rejuvenation. It gives only itself and takes only itself, being that it is self-sufficient in itself.
Know this, your desires will bring you to know the pain of too much tenderness. It will bleed you ever so blissfully and draw you to itself willingly until you are regretfully grateful for knowing that experience.
When love finds you worthy, your only desire should be to submit, as slowly as it caresses your soul. And of course, it may just as well be a trigger to discover something new in yourself and restore the deepest perceptions of your very own self, understanding your character. It will break you until you give thanks for the opportunity of having known love.
Death And Life
Of death, you must only seek to understand it in the fullness of life. You must wholeheartedly open your heart to the body of life, for life and death are just the same. In the depth of your hopes and desires, lies the knowledge of what’s beyond. So by all means let your mind dream and let your seeds grow beneath the shortcomings of these same desires, for they will grow forth, and grow they will right into the gates of eternity.
Pleasure is like a freedom song, but it is not freedom. In it blossoms your desires, but not their fruit. It is an empty depth calling to a height within the self, but it is also neither deep nor high. It is your mind taking flight, but it is not the space in itself that desires to be filled.
Sing it, sing it loudly, sing of pleasures, but do not lose your voice or your heart in this sweet song of freedom, for you are truly not free. You must not judge any man, woman, or youth seeking pleasure, it is because they know this freedom song so well in their heart of hearts. And they will find her amid her confusion, lust, regret, and shame. Are these not good teachers enough to learn your lessons about the art life and living? You listen and you hear of men who have dug the earth in search of harvest, but instead found treasures and great values. In all this, you must remember your pleasures and sing your freedom song with gratitude in your voice, for regret is the only conscience of the mind, but not its chastisement.
But if it comforts you to regret, then, by all means, be comforted. Do not shun pleasures as retribution, for it is in recognizing it that you acknowledge its presence. If you must, avoid neglecting the conscious spirit or erring at it to an undesirable fault. For even in their forgoing is pleasure in itself. You feel pleasures in their duality; the good, the bad, the good within the bad, and vice versa. But how can you begin to retain the desires within the confines of your being by denying yourself pleasures? Why then do you acquire desires? Even your body knows its heritage, its rightful needs and it will not be deceived, being that whatever is denied today will come again tomorrow. Your choice is to bring forth sweet music from your soul or noisy confused sounds, as your body is the harp of your soul.
Be sure that your pleasures be like those of bees and flowers; to gather honey from flowers, and the flowers yielding its honey to the bees. For the bee, the flower is a fountain of life. And to the flower, the bee is a messenger of love. The giving and receiving of pleasure is both a need and an ecstasy.
Deeds and reflection. These are all that religion is. Sincerely, can anybody diligently spread their hours between God and himself? All our time is like the air that fills every space, from self to self and within itself. Your daily existence alone is enough to be your religion, and your physical body, its temple or worship; in a way that everything you do glorifies one thing or the other, whether physical or unseen. You must understand that you cannot rise above your own achievements or fall below your failures. And in adoration of your fellow man, so can you not rise higher than their hopes, nor humble yourself lower than their despair.
“If you must know God, do not try to find Him,
especially not in a way that’s too complex.
For His presence is as simple as looking around you
and bearing witness to the little children with their childish spirit
and understanding that though He is unseen, He is also
present in even the moments you recognize as cherished.
Walking among the clouds as fresh dew, with His arms as far-reaching as lightning sprites,
and descending to the earth as rain.”
Even in space, in this very plane, He is present, smiling in the flowers, then rising in all His glory as the sun blesses the trees with life. He caresses even the birds of the sky as gently as the evening breeze ruffling through their feathers.