The center

Love is the center from which all things flow, it is also the place of return. Love both attracts us and fills the heart with fear. Longing and fear can go together, along with anxiety and anger; yes our hopes and desires can take us places that we may fear to go. Love is like fire, it warms, sooths, is beautiful; yet it can also burn and turn to ashes if it is gotten to close, to soon, and not respected. Or so it seems, for is there anything after the nothingness of ashes?

Vulnerability is a fearful thing, for defenses have to be let go of and one can be helpless before the one longed for; power is given to the beloved and if given to the wrong one desired, it can lead to great pain and ever deeper wounds that is delivered to the soul. Not all can receive love, nor can they give it.

Yet in spite of it, longing seems to be a human trait, some more aware than others of its power to both heal and wound. Though even if not known, it can still be feared and avoided, the unknown is like that, even if its beauty can be overwhelming.

Emotion can often be mistaken for love, though it is a component, yet emotions no matter how powerful is forever, for it will one day cease, or perhaps morph is the proper word, into something else. Emotional love can easily become hate; both are intimately involved, equally with the object loved or hated.

So much pain, so much abuse, so much power misapplied;…. harm where healing could be applied. So from generation to generation this is passed on, perhaps growing with each turn of the wheel, as the decades and centuries speed by. The human heart seems to have an almost infinite capacity for suffering and joy, heaven and hell within, it seems strange to me at times.

Driven by longing, loved can be renamed, rechanneled into endeavors that in the end are self destructive. The ‘thanatos principle’ is alive and well with our species. The hungry heart can become cold and cruel, the warmth locked away deeply so it fiery heat remains unfelt, leading to a species of freedom that comes from the cold abyss within.

Yet, if love is felt just once, embraced in spite of fear, the empty void is filled again with the fire that the heart is made for. Yet a death of sort is called for, a whole world let go of….. high walls, cold corridors need to crumble before true loves gentle power. No abuse, or seeking to dominate, just an acceptance that once felt, can leave one bewildered, for who can believe is such a thing?

Mother’s love and that of a loving Father perhaps the closest to the love that we seek, lovers and friends are sips to what the human heart seeks…. an ocean of love, infinite, depthless, in it no darkness, only the light of the revelation of why we were made.

What is that?

This ‘made for’?

Well look fearlessly into your heart.

For perhaps there is nothing to fear.