I am filled with Love right now. I just spent time with old friends from Texas via Zoom for their church service several time zones away. I could feel the Love. Love deserves to be capitalized, so I will capitalize it here throughout.
What is Love? Is Love simply energy? Seems pretty reasonable. Expansive warm healing omnipotent eternal energy. I believe that energy is the single indivisible building block for the universe. There is only energy….it gets together with other energy and we think of it as some illusion like a quark or a proton or a Jeff or a mountain. But it is just energy. Everything is just energy, or no energy. Everything is binary. Even most of our illusions like night and day and good and evil manifest as binary offerings.
Love is the fabric of the cosmos. Everything is composed of Love. We are simply discovering it, finding it here and there. We are not inventing it nor creating it. It is always there, everywhere, like the giant hopefully sleepy volcano twenty miles from here Mount Kulshan (Mt. Baker) which is so often shrouded in clouds and mist. I have faith that it is still there however. Sometimes, for example last Thursday, I was hiking on one of the trails that lead to the summit (several thousand feet below the summit maybe five miles away), yet I could not see it behind the wall of fog present. The fog was Love. That Love parted every now and then to remind me to not lose hope, not doubt, not despair, for Kulshan, with its ability to rain lava and lahar down on me, likely will not today. It is there just like my Grandfather who I have not seen since I was a child, but who was sitting next to me today during our service. I Love my grandfather, my namesake.
What is the Yin to Love’s Yang? Is it fear or hatred or indifference or doubt or gluttony? Is it simply non-Love. Is it the zero to Love’s one. Birth and death, day and night, up and down, strange and charm, earth and wind, water and fire, male and female. But we know it is not male and female. It is a continuum or circle as makes sense to me. There is more Love and less Love. And like interference patterns, sometimes a bunch of Love can manifest (real or not, I am not sure) as no Love.
I have so much Love. I have so many people I Love. There are so many people who Love me. I still Love my little Emma the puppy who is no longer with us, except she is, she was sitting at my feet this morning with me and my grandfather in our circle of Love.
Is there really anything else? Salsa Verde and Superbowls and Shakespeare and Sub-Saharan Savanas……are they not Love? There is always hope because there is always Love. There is always fear because there is always Love. There is always pain and despair, but there is always birth and confidence and joy and surrender because there is always Love.
There is Love in what we think of as our enemies and challenges just as there is Love in the eventual first post-covid hug we get from our mother or son or best friend or yoga instructor or banh mi friend or mere stranger. How sweet that first hug will be! Will it contain all the Love and joy that would have been manifest in all the missed hugs over the months and possibly years due to this tiny little seemingly non-sentient bit of code? We might as well Love this time as there really is no other option….everything is Love.
Now throw away all these words. The word tree and your conception of a tree is never a tree. Open your ears really wide and tilt your head to the side and let the words drain out and disappear into the ether to be recycled into grandfathers and dogs and even viral particles. For words and even thoughts (and definitely anything for sale) is not real…they are only illusions or signposts and suggestions if we are lucky. Let us all close our eyes now and just stop. Stop and breathe and Love and be Loved. Let the billions of years of time that has gone before and the billions yet to come wash through us and allow is to just sit for a bit and be filled with what is really us, what is our original face, what we have no ability to not be. Love. Love. Love.
