We all came from love, but love did not know itself and so it created an illusion, a place where love was hidden, as the sky is hidden behind clouds. Humans crave love, it is in our core nature to want to feel appreciated, recognized, respected, cared for and accepted. Love may elude us, like music sometimes floats just out of ear shot, tantalizingly close but not here. I learnt about love not because I had so much of it, but because I didn’t.
I know god and love are the same not because I had them but because the music of love kept leading me to god. I would hear little whispers of sounds that felt like love, and these would draw me like breadcrumbs thrown in front of a bird.
When we persist on the path of love, and all the illusions of what we thought was love keep dropping away, and we continue to grow, there comes a time when the the door marked grief comes in front of us.
As we gaze on this door, we have to watch carefully and compassionately. On our pathway to love, we often don’t know that is the last door, the last unveiling. Many times in the past, when we found this door, we may have turned away, appalled that our search for love, only brought us in front of grief’s door. The love that so eludes us stays locked behind grief, with two huge monsters or maybe more guarding our entrance into our own hearts.
But it is pointless to turn and leave fruitless. Again and again life conspires to bring us in front of this last door.
Until one day, we simply, gently, lightly turn our gaze at the door, and the gaze becomes soft and we let ourselves yield. By this time we have learnt to still the restless mind, and the mind slumbers in a corner, letting us be soft and receptive.
Maybe it is luck, or maybe just time, nobody know how or why this happens, but as we feel the grief, it softens and breaks apart, like brown sugar in cake batter, only to reveal the most divine love possible. It is a feeling like no other, a place of complete and utter peace. There can be more suffering. At last the door swings wide open and we walk, freely, lovingly into the sacred space of god, ready to co-create with the Universe.
The grief melts into love. Not having love changes to having love. All is love.
Om mani padme hum, your desires turn to love and you become one.
