"In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - RUMI
We're in the dark times again. The light around us has dimmed, become artificial. We need to huddle close, reach out for each other and foster our light within. Otherwise the dark waters can surface and pull us under.
We must turn away from our suffering mind. It claims it knows the way. It does not. It leads us to dry paths and to dull scenery.
Life without heart is hallow, mundane. It's thirsty. Without heart, life is still and safe. Neither up nor down, it flatlines. Can you hear the ringing of your own decay? Is the safety worth this noise?
Love is like water. It is essential. But we've forgotten the feeling of it on our skin, we have forgotten that we are made of this stuff. We need the recognition of what is within to be found without. We need the joy of being fully submerged, returned. We need suspension. We need peace.
Say yes to your nourishment. Fall deeply in love. Listen to the one who calls out for you. Follow this fool to the ends of the Earth. Not the one without, the one within.
Photo by Laura Makabresku.