what is love if not for the heart to question?

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Some prayers are like spears. They carry the whole weight 
of the body behind them but they do not travel far.

 Some prayers are like arrows flying light
 and far and fast but they are never seen again.

 Some prayers are like snares scattered in the woods,
 ingenious and cunning — but who knows what they will catch?

 No. You cannot bring down the Holy One with prayer. He
 is not caught in your traps.  Listen — you are yourself the hunted.

 Your prayer is the sudden stillness on the path,
 the in-drawn breath, the pounding heart as you scent the wind.

 Have you learned this? Do you know?
 You do not seek so much as you are sought.

 You cannot pursue the Holy One — or if you do,
 it is only as the fish in the net pursues the fisherman.

…..Robert Hudson

this is our cry for love……in relationship as in our highest calling, we long for connection as sweet and fleeting as this scent of the wind….we cannot pursue, simply invite and hold gently…..the dove and the heart’s beating are gentle wisps of divine presence…..ethereal, yet real, and delightful…..

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

…..Margaret Atwood

under the eaves of love….

We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God.
 We could give it any other name: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Total Light, Matter, Spirit, Supreme Hope, Supreme Despair, Silence.
 Love. But we call it God, because only this name – for some mysterious reason – is capable of making our heart tremble with vigor.

 And let there be no doubt that this trembling is absolutely indispensable for us to be in contact with the basic emotions of the human being….Nikos Kazantzakis

6 thoughts on “what is love if not for the heart to question?

  1. Beautiful, Blue. Passion ~ it is the sweet mystery that defines us ~ all of us. Sleeping, falling, waiting. No matter what, it comes and we obey. What else ~ for passion is the source of all we hold dear in this life ~ the bliss of love, the clarity of pain, the ecstasy of grieving. It is often more than we can bear and we may think that without it, we could know real peace. But what peace? Our lives would be hollow ~ our heart a dark, cold, empty room. Without passion, what life? Happy Valentine’s Day, Blue. ~ Always love, Bobbie

    • ‘sleeping, falling, waiting’ really cuts to the heart of our cyclical journey….I agree that to be deeply in the muck is the only way to feel all the vibrant nuances of love and the passion of this life…..living for those moments of sudden clarity and seeing your back yard as if for the first time…….whispering prayers and embodying sunrise……Blessings Bobbie….

  2. Chief Seattle asked how can you own the wind … And still we try to ‘conquer’ the natural world. They say the summit at Everest is littered with bodies that will be there for centuries. Such a stark contrast,and real proof of what this great man knew. We are the Earth, and the Earth us. May the waters move in you today, and always keep your heart close to home … -gfs

    • Wise connections here……the mystery of feeling like the first person to ever really see a sunrise and yet feel the roots of our ancestors in the same sunrise is such a beautiful paradox….it’s the gift of that same sunrise…..heart of the divine…..may the mystery stir deep in you as well g.f.s…..

  3. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Once I let go of my need to own the earth, it was like it opened up and offered me all its treasures and blessings.
    Your posts always resonate with me. Thank you.

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