Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Friend's of Bill and I, Karen and Jason, have created a monthly art collaborative here in Boise. Each month two words are selected at random with which we budding artists use to inspire a creation in the medium of our choice. For December, the words were Love and Futuristic. Me being a writer, Bill encouraged me to write a blog using those words.
Love Futuristic: Futuristic Love
Love is an energy, a felt sense, an experience of the present moment that opens us to the unknown, to the infinite, to the formless, compassionate feeling of unity and interconnection that is at the heart of our being. Yes, our actual heart-centers. If you were to pause now and bring forth a feeling of love, it wouldn't begin in your little toe, or in the core of your brain, though it can become whole body. It would arise from the center of your chest, from your heart. Close your eyes an breath into the love; feel its warmth melt the walls around your heart.
Love is singular, love is plural, an love is universal. Each is like a rung in a ladder, for it is impossible to realize universal love without first attaining self-love. Loving oneself, or another, requires courage, forgiveness, acceptance, and a sense of humor.
Love is a verb, not a thing. It cannot be possessed nor contained. It is a process that we confuse with an object or event. Life enlightenment, it may be realized, but it is not an end in itself. It is the cocreative practice of making choices and acting from an open heart: to seek unity instead of division, to give freely, unconitionally, without expectations or boundaries, to see and be seen, as a mother gazes into a child's eyes for the first time.
Love is our highest potential as human beings. Feeling, deep , true, feeling is the challenge of our day. So often we escape to intellectual descriptions because we truly o not know from experience the sense of embodying the explosive passion of this formless energy. Return to the place before your birth, to the place of nonplace, nontime, free from judgment, where your soul merges with the infinite ocean of pure consciousness.
The future never arrives. You are always right here, right now. At least, your body is. Your mind is the ultimate time traveler, never lingering too long in the present. It races from memories of the past to desires, hopes, and worries for the future, Out of a fear that it must always be prepared, to be on-guard. Out of a disconnect from the ground of being, it creates the grand illusion of control. We must learn to be comfortable with the unknown, for it is all we can truly know. Let go, and be free. In the free fall our wings expand. Taking ourselves lightly allows us to soar.
Futuristic is that which might be, a vision for the future, an ideal projection from where we are to where we are going. In the future we can hope to love more, to give more, to be more accepting and with open arms embrace from our authenticity the authenticity of another, shadows and all.
Compassion comes from knowing oneself at a core level. From witnessing one's own shortcomings, errors, misdeeds, and disappointments can one know the struggle we all go through in living. We are courageously doing our best...for what? To be loved.
As Albert Einstein said, "A human being is part of a whole, that we call Universe - a part limited by time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something seperate from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us towards our personal desires, and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embreace all living creatures and whole Nature with its beauty. Nobody has been able to achieve it completely, but striving for such an achievement is a part of liberation and the foundation for inner security."
Plant the seeds of love now, in the tilled soil of your soul which yearns to connect. The future will bear the fruits of your efforts, for love is never wasted.