"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new." -Ursula K. Le Guin
Love is...creating love.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Being is Love
Neale Donald Walsch has gifted our world by sharing his writings on his "conversations with God."
Matt loved all of his books.
I carry around with me my copy of Conversations with God, Book 1 wherever i go. it speaks to me, profoundly.
This is one of my favorite excerpts from the book, and is what Matt embodied, and what i feel to be the most fundamental truth:
"My soul cares only what I'm being while I'm doing whatever I'm doing. It is a state of beingness the soul is after, not a state of doingness. There is nothing to do but to be. Being is Love."
Matt loved all of his books.
I carry around with me my copy of Conversations with God, Book 1 wherever i go. it speaks to me, profoundly.
This is one of my favorite excerpts from the book, and is what Matt embodied, and what i feel to be the most fundamental truth:
"My soul cares only what I'm being while I'm doing whatever I'm doing. It is a state of beingness the soul is after, not a state of doingness. There is nothing to do but to be. Being is Love."
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A Love Prayer
Tonight my roommate played me Jeff Buckley songs I'd never heard. My soul soared with them. She then played me a DVD of him live at Sin-e in nyc reading the following "prayer" for his audience. I am still in awe at revisiting this humble, beautiful, talented and loving artists work, that still lives on...
New Year's Eve Prayer
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise,
You, my love, are allowed to have time,
You, my love, are allowed to understand,
You, my love, are allowed to love,
Woman disobey,
When little men believe,
That you, my love, are Rebellion.
Jeff Buckley 1966-1997
New Year's Eve Prayer
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise,
You, my love, are allowed to have time,
You, my love, are allowed to understand,
You, my love, are allowed to love,
Woman disobey,
When little men believe,
That you, my love, are Rebellion.
Jeff Buckley 1966-1997
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Choose Love
This was sent to me today in an email. Its perfect...
Choose Love
What We Are Made Of
Love is often presented as the opposite of fear, but true love is not opposite anything. True love is far more powerful than any negative emotions, as it is the environment in which all things arise. Negative emotions are like sharks swimming in the ocean of love. All things beautiful and fearful, ugly and kind, powerful and small, come into existence, do their thing, and disappear within the context of this great ocean. At the same time, they are made of the very love in which they swim and can never be separated. We are made of this love and live our whole lives at one with it, whether we know it or not.
It is only the illusion that we are separate from this great love that causes us to believe that choosing anything other than love makes sense or is even possible. In the relative, dualistic world of positive and negative, darkness and light, male and female, we make choices and we learn from them. This is exactly what we are meant to be doing here on earth. Underlying these relative choices, though, is the choice to be conscious of what we are, which is love, or to be unconscious of it. When we choose to be conscious of it, we choose love. We will still exist in the relative world of opposites and choices and cause and effect, and we will need to make our way here, but doing so with an awareness that we are all made of this love will enable us to be more playful, more joyful, more loving and wise, as we make our way. Ultimately, the choices we make will shed light on the love that makes us all one, enabling those who have forgotten to return to the source.
This world makes it easy to forget this great love, which is part of why we are here. We are here to remember and, when we forget to remember again, to choose love.
Unknown
Choose Love
What We Are Made Of
Love is often presented as the opposite of fear, but true love is not opposite anything. True love is far more powerful than any negative emotions, as it is the environment in which all things arise. Negative emotions are like sharks swimming in the ocean of love. All things beautiful and fearful, ugly and kind, powerful and small, come into existence, do their thing, and disappear within the context of this great ocean. At the same time, they are made of the very love in which they swim and can never be separated. We are made of this love and live our whole lives at one with it, whether we know it or not.
It is only the illusion that we are separate from this great love that causes us to believe that choosing anything other than love makes sense or is even possible. In the relative, dualistic world of positive and negative, darkness and light, male and female, we make choices and we learn from them. This is exactly what we are meant to be doing here on earth. Underlying these relative choices, though, is the choice to be conscious of what we are, which is love, or to be unconscious of it. When we choose to be conscious of it, we choose love. We will still exist in the relative world of opposites and choices and cause and effect, and we will need to make our way here, but doing so with an awareness that we are all made of this love will enable us to be more playful, more joyful, more loving and wise, as we make our way. Ultimately, the choices we make will shed light on the love that makes us all one, enabling those who have forgotten to return to the source.
This world makes it easy to forget this great love, which is part of why we are here. We are here to remember and, when we forget to remember again, to choose love.
Unknown
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