A path into the heart

Today is Valentine’s Day. A day when the heart speaks, should speak, of felt love.

And not just of the personal — the love that flows between two people — but also, even more importantly, the throbbing intensity that should be felt between all people and the earth.

Over and over again I keep coming back to the question: “How shall we love before we have lost everything?”  

Embedded in this question are the multiple questions I daily ask of myself: “How shall I love myself before I have lost everything? How shall I love others before I have lost everything? How shall I love this earth before I have lost everything?

The same can be asked of you. “How can you love before you have lost everything?”

The same can be asked plurally of us: “How shall we, as a society of humans, love each other and this earth before we have lost everything?”

Somewhere in the above mosaic of two photos is the answer.

In the foreground there is a path. A path we have to all walk faithfully to reach the blood red posts of the temple. A temple housing a simple wisdom of moon and stars painted on stones; stones brought by each of us up our life’s path; stones that themselves were shaped by countless eons of tidal flows.

The temple is a combination of skill, aesthetics, emotional outpouring and spiritual presence. It rests in the sensual body of nature. The two go hand-in-hand. There is not the one without the other.

Love comes quietly
finally
Drops around me
on me
in the old way.

What did I know
thinking myself
able
to go alone
all the way.

Robert Creeley

“The old way” is the way of the goddess. The divine She.

She, whose heart pulses through her body the Earth, awaits our love.

We cannot ever reach the temple alone.