As I lay on the bed, I thought I might crack up,
have a nervous breakdown,
roll off
onto the floor.
I could see people gathering around,
coming to help
pick me up.
This vision,
as I slid into the darkness, nearing the abyss.
For good reason, I wondered.
For good reason, I grew fearful.
Traveling through the dark, so unknown,
yet so pulsatingly present.
The darkness called to me,
beckoned me,
waited.
I heard the call,
felt the call,
then,
ultimately,
the anxious fear slid away,
leaving only the deep and steady silence of
Love.
Love
was on the other side.
Love
was on the other side of the darkness.
Love lay beneath it all.
This secret
that no one had shared with me before.
Love tied everything and everyone together: earth, sky, and all creatures great and small.
Love was the connecting force,
the guide.
I lay there, wondering,
How do you flow love through a rock?
Wondering how the essence of vitality passes through the hardness of generations.
Love is the way,
Love finds a way.
A force, a vibration—our birthright
when we pause, listen, breath,
and then do it again.
Until, after a while,
a long while,
we hear the call
to submerge into the river flowing beneath us,
day in and day out,
as dawn turns to dusk.
Flowing from deep time
and back again,
lighting the path
laid out before us.
Love is the answer,
the rhythm,
the language.
Love is the darkness and the light.
Love is for each of us to call our own.
Dear love,
you are loved.
Dear love,
you are invited.
Dear love,
you are feared and embraced.
Dear love,
we thank you.
Dear love,
we honor you.
Love,
you are with us,
always.
Love,
Where the darkness meets the fear,
and the invisible becomes visible,
we find you.
We hold you close
as we wait for a new day to rise up
in your name,
Love.