I wish to speak of love.
Who am I to write about love?
How could love ever be written about?
I wish to speak of love.
And I wish to speak of it not because I know, but because love is the
entirety of me, it is what I am made of; it is what makes sense to me. I
wish to speak of it; it is the air I breathe; the reason I am breathing.
“There is nothing but love. But even love is nothing.”
These are the words I have heard so clearly a few years ago, when I decided
to clean up the garbage in my consciousness. Love is undeniable, but I am
not to grasp onto it. There is no need to hold onto anything, since it is
the whole of the whole, it can’t be grasped; it is so expansive that it has
to be experienced entirely and fully. Focusing on any fragment of it, is
just a fragment, if we hang onto that fragment as our knowledge of love, it
is just like the blind person thinking the trunk being the elephant.
Love is never fragmented, it can’t be documented or described, we can only
experience and remember. If we attempt to hang onto love, it slips away like
sweet smoke. A lingering sweetness, yet empty ultimately. Even this will
pass, everything we call love, when focused in its fragmented state, will
ultimately pass. Divine love always is, always has been and will be; yet it
can’t be compartmentalized and spoken of.
Only experienced.
And I experienced that in its fullest glory in Peru.
Sometimes I feel I can never begin to share my experiences in Peru, because
to begin, I would have to start telling you about my whole life, or even
more than one life. I would have to tell you everything I have learned and
experienced about love, and even of the things I haven’t learned but just
knew. Peru to me is not a shape or an occupation of space in the map of the
world, I have never been there as a tourist. Peru to me is the thread that
connects deeply with my heart and the heart of the land, the heart of all
people there. This love flows both ways, and it has always been flowing.
But I must share with you my experience of Peru, because of her, because of
her people; I am fully myself, with all my insufficiencies, with all my love
and fears. Within her embrace, I am protected and whole, because I know who
I am and I am now not afraid to live and be it.
We are in truth one heart, one love. We are in truth never separated. And to
move forward, we have to do it as one. In service, I invite you to step into
the sacred land of Peru, in experience and remembrance of who you truly are.
When one remembers, we all do.
