Contemplative; window open, I hear the sirens on Ritchie Hwy,
Sounds of the Doppler Effect – reminding me all about perspectives,
Watching my life shift and change around me, mutating frequencies.
We’re all vibrating strings of energy, frequencies, interacting with each other.
Love is a frequency.
Tuning into the Love Channel, I understand the feeling of connection to infinity,
While knowing I am centered in time, place, intent, and creation.
Love from above;
Infinity not god.
Life creating life, endlessly, changing to become whatever it needs for survival.
Beyond self preservation in life, the root of life’s consciousness is love;
For without love for oneself there is no will to live.
Without love there is a craving for self destruction and death.
Sure, Love is just a word, a label,
But there is a powerful intension felt behind those four simple letters,
An intension we naturally know is the origin of all.
But as if reprogrammed, I forgot…
We all loose our way from time to time;
For sometime I forgot how to love myself.
I was allowing myself to waist away into nothingness,
Afraid to think, my own thoughts too painful to bear,
Spending all my time running from myself.
But love has a way of sending secret messages to remind us, to guide us.
Sometimes it’s as if we get caught;
Busted by life.
“Who are you?! How old are you?!”
Haunting questions delivered in a beautiful package,
Disguised as my dream girl manifested, they were two questions I couldn’t ignore.
There was no fight, only flight,
And then further escape into unconsciousness.
Who am I?
A simple answer is to give my name.
But thinking about an answer much deeper, I felt hollow;
Self disgust.
How old are you?
I give a number, based upon the years I’ve been alive.
But the question set off an alarm warning me that I was wasting my life.
Society seems to place a steady force of expectations,
Concerning indefinite future moments.
The result is a desire to escape.
I did my best to hide from the world, to run,
Locking myself in my room.
I was surprised at how large a fist love can become,
And how it sometimes feels as if it’s beating you into submission.
But being miserable gave me the perspective to see happiness.
My happiness equates to my loving.
Not necessarily being loved,
As acceptance are moments,
But loving myself, the loving that leads towards the infinite,
And leads to infinite happiness: LOVE.
As I let love wash over me, there was no more fear, no more pain, no more running.
I am allowing love to transform me into what I need to survive,
Changing me into whatever I need to continue living.
And as I continue to let this love into my heart,
I have found it is too much for me to contain, too much for any one person.
I need to share this love with other people, with the world.
The world needs more love, so everyone can start to heal.
I don’t believe one person can change the world;
I believe groups can.
Love unites.
There’s a disconnect between people in our society,
As if we’ve forgotten how to love each other;
Forgotten that we’re all in this together.
Unity is the first word in the name of the country, “United States of America”;
Although, nowadays we call it simply “America”, seeming to forget the power in unity;
Forgetting that we need to love one another.
Love makes a difference,
Love is important,
Love is essential.
