Love Story.

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Love Story

 

We all want to find a body to love within. A body of love

that we cherish as other. Yet we are not other, we are only

love. The body of love.

 

A love that tries to live apart from itself, cannot know itself.

Living outside of our love like this, is not love, it is living

like bait for our hunger. We are hung out, and dressed up

like dried fishes trying to entice the ocean to make love to

us.

 

The juice we want to lap, is running sweetly, but we ignore

this love drink, and go hungrily soliciting with the begging

bowl of lack. Do not open your hunger for love to anything

but your own love making. Love, without surrender to your

Divinity, is a subtle molestation, that you have learned to

think of as need. A scar you would give to an other, dressed

as a rose. A fear that turns upon you as the abuse you have

given yourself in secret.

 

This love we long for, arrives in our heart constantly,

looking for a place to be an ocean, yet we give it away as

tears, before we have drunk of it ourselves. Selling it

cheaply to the highest bidder. Insane.

 

Love cannot become our reality like this, just tears drained

into empty dreams. No wonder we are left panting on the

shore of self, looking for the sea. If you want to give away

yourself to love, give your mind to this present culmination.

Not an idea of love, not an idea of an experience, not a past

or future dream, but a joy that breaks within you now, as

the experience of truth in you. Of life in you. Love comes as

an earthquake that cracks the heart open, if you cannot find

a way to melt it first.

 

Let the mind be a leaf that drops to the ground, exhausted

by the thought of need. Consumed by thought until it

disappears from thoughts grasp. Let go of being one with

these thoughts, until you are only love. Do not just think

that you are love anymore, this thinking is adultery. You

are not this. Not this ramshackle consortium of separation.

Not this thinking that would imprison love, in a false

assembly. Make love with love, until you see not two bodies,

but one body of love.

 

Attend to the root of thought, and not to the weeds. This bed

you cultivate will become a garden for love. A spaciousness

from which real flowers can grow. Love needs to have you

from the inside, to open you apart gently. Let it. Move into

this love, this one and only path that you have been blind to.

Open whatever bitterness, and fear you have, until there is

only this sweetness as a tantalization of your beings invisible

flesh, forever releasing itself to the universe. A morsel of

you in the infinite mouth of love.

 

We cannot awaken in the body of love that is seen as

someone else’s body. You cannot give a dream away until

you make it your reality. Then you do not have to give a

dream away, you do not pass on a belief like an illness, you

give your life to itself.

 

Love yourself into loves reality. Love yourself mindlessly

until the mind is brought into the service of love. Do not

take the mind to bed, do not make love in that wound. Find

the breast of your love first, and suckle there. Then the

mind will heal, and be one with love.

 

You have gone to search for a secret couch to conceal

yourself within. Yet until your bed is open and unashamed,

it will be your cover in a world of unmade beds. It can never

bring you the bliss that you are, until you bring this bliss

awake in you.

 

When you nourish yourself, like a flower is nourished, by

the sky, earth, sun and rain- you will open. Until then you

can give nothing away except the illusion of love. And any

dream body that you seek to grasp and hold within, will

bring only your concealed death, painted for awhile as love,

but it will be a false awakening, a counterfeit coin you try to

turn to gold. A flower devised from the earth you have not

tilled and made ready. Your real love cannot receive it.

 

Until you are this sweet extremity, you cannot arouse love in

an other, but only the same lack that you have painted your

soul with. You will sell love cheaply, and it will return to

you as vinegar, and you will thirst again for the drink you

dashed from your own lips. The wine of you.

 

When you are delicious with love, the world will come to eat

from your table. Lovers will appear in the form of all

things. You will be delirious to give your life away. Love

will hold itself as a sensual embrace within you. Lovers will

see that your cup runs over, and will be fulfilled in your

presence. You will let them drink from you, just as your

love has let you drink from it, and they will find themselves

in your freedom.

 

Love rests in action, and acts in rest. Love is ever changing

to create the contours of your existence. Be at one with this

flow, and you will be the wave and the stillness, both the

form and formless. See no difference in what appears, and

what does not appear. Just do not make any appearance a

shield to love. Love makes no judgment of what is. It sees

the mask of time, and runs through the dream, as free as

light from an eternal star.

 

Mary bore a child of love, and that child is yours. She

opened the flower of wisdom by her choice to be innocent,

and Jesus loves that child still. True romance begins at

home, and then you can find that love in an other and join

together in perfect love play. Just as Jesus loved women.

 

This love story is your truth today, as it was theirs. Do not

reject in reason, what love places before you. Be so

unreasonable with the world, that you love it into your

reality. This way of loving, will disclose the truth of love,

that you would seek to hide. The face of love veils itself from

loveless eyes, until love looks unashamedly on love, to reveal

it there.

 

There is no religion worth more than two hearts joined as

one, but first you must awaken your own love within you to

unite to that love. There is no belief worth holding onto that

does not contain the mystery of this love. Talk of oneness is

just talk from a blind donkey, if love does not become your

being.

 

Love is the only question, that has no answer, for it is the

answer to any questioning. Rest now and be loved by the

Soul of your soul. In the body of love.

 

Every now and then,

all the green shoots

and tender buds

of a secret love between people

come shyly up

through the surface of this world,

and remember that all night

they have been growing together

in the same garden.

 

Every now and then,

someone drinks a cup of milk,

and for no clear reason at all,

nourishes the world.

The cup in every heart

just grows larger

and we all begin to pour.

 

Every now and then,

a person will surrender his interests,

and accounts, and dogmas.

He will begin to play dice with God,

just for the fun of losing

all the things he never had.....

Suddenly we all start winning.

 

Every now and then,

spiritual marriage contracts

between people get written,

to include all the divorced,

and lonely ones of God.

 

The morning after, we all wake up lovers,

not knowing how we got so relaxed

and playful.

 

 

love

 

eric.

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.