But deeper still, I am learning that I can love it all. Light, dark. Good, bad. Loss and love. The unbearable beauty and the aching sadness.
I love adversity, for it teaches me compassion. I love heart-wrenching gutted suffering, for it forces me towards a deeper meaning than mind and world. I love shadows, for they expose my aching longing for the light. I love death, for it breaks my superficial dreams and shallow desires. I love the unknown, for it opens my mind to its innocence. I love illusions, for they clarify the truth. I love fear, because it deepens my commitment to freedom. I love the naked Truth, because it sets all things free.
Deeper down and in I go in spirals of loving, meeting and seeing. Deeper down and in I go, where no mistakes exist but only endless opportunities for greater clarity. My mind is unravelled as my heart loves. My mind is unravelled as its very substance dances into emptiness.
I love the blazing, aching, ecstatic agony of love. I love the relentless unyielding mercy of the Truth. I would surrender again and again into its kindness.
And in the quest for clarity, I love the companions who have joined with me. I love the souls whose hearts beat for truth, whose souls ache for love and who long as I do for freedom from our misunderstandings. And when I have fallen into dark caverns of fear, when the light of my love grows dim and I shutter in the darkness, I reach towards all that I love and I feel other souls reaching with me, their hands pulling me up, pulling me on. Walking together in great swaths of humanity, moths to the flame, singing a timeless song we had once forgotten towards a sun we cannot yet feel.