Slowly and quite unknowingly we are carving our path that takes us to that elusive valley where our dreams shine fulfilled. Gently wandering in the ethers are our thoughts about to become. Hidden around the corner of a little time is that quietly meandering river and our rendezvous with destiny. The skies are wide open with our hopes of a sunny day, waiting for only a smile of acknowledgement, a trustful surrender to some playful wind. An abandonment, to allow our miracles to take place.
For a very long time now, love has felt like an illusion, an ephemeral dream that always turned into a nightmare, fleeting at best. For ages, we have vacillated between the opposite extremes of repressed purity and wanton vulgarity, never finding the joy in between. The true lover always remained a dream or a painful memory.
We always got carried away by the imperfect object of our perfected love. It was not deep enough to withstand the cruel forces, forces very much within us, the ones who did not know. This time we are going all the way. This time our awareness might be broader. But then, we may have to leave someone or something behind. Those treasured moments cannot be played back like a videotape. It happens, and one moves on, just a little enchanted, just a little surprised at the strangeness of it all.
Life is unfolding an absorbing drama, personal and full of wonders. SOMETHING sustains life. YOU are not the boss here. And nothing really belongs to anyone. It is all changing hands, so that the one cosmic dream may realize itself. We are taking our share and passing it on. Some of us shy away from the challenges. Challenges that call for a greater leap of faith from within. That bravery must surface, must come forth. How else can it come, other than through seemingly impossible hurdles? If no horizons are envisioned, no mountains can be climbed. We want to conquer a higher truth. A greater happiness because this is another age, dawning before our eager eyes and time must cease to give us songs we cannot sing. Broken strings of a desperate guitar that failed to render its music. Well, some of us have learnt our own little song and now its time for us to sing.
We are the expression of our true love, the true energy that is not separate from us. It is within us, around us, and everything is a beautified form of its infinite creativity. We only need to surrender to that quivering familiarity from which we think we are separated. Only the thought of separation is enough to destroy us, and keep us miserable. The ultimate bonding can happen when we have realized it happens within us.
Every friendship is thus eternal. Our awareness of this can only grow... hence these experiences are an opportunity to greater realization. More being, more joy. A door opening towards a fuller life. And all we have to do is give up our hang- ups and relax. There is nothing terrible. Only our distorted fears from a past best forgotten, when we refused to know, even when we were given the opportunity.
And YES! There is a dear friend; a cherished fulfillment of our heart's deepest longing. Love of our love and soul of our soul. But this knowing is a very special knowing. Words can only describe thoughts but not that inner experience of communion. It has to simply happen.
It is going to happen because, in reading these humble words, you have allowed your energy to witness the soul-force manifest the magic.
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