Love is.......
Several years ago I was struck by this quote from Dr. Maya Angelou:
“Love is a condition so powerful; it may be that which pulls the stars in the firmament. It may be that which pushes and urges the blood in the veins.”
Whoa. That shook me.
So- What if we suspend the belief for a moment that love is an ever increasing (or decreasing) of desire-— And instead imagine it as a vibratory phenomenon, one that provides the energetic framework for life itself?
Firmament is defined as the vault of the sky, or a field of interest or activity. Perhaps when we sink into a deep feeling of love we are actually sinking into the structure for all inter-connectivity?
I know, heady stuff! No need to hold it.
Breath and notice your chest, your ribcage, and the hug of your lungs moving around your heart. The heart keeps you alive through its rhythmic movement of vitality and life force flowing within an intricate network of channels. Through our own inner firmament…….…..
LOVE IS (AN ODE TO DR. MAYA ANGELOU)
LOVE is everything, love is all
Love is what you’re running towards, love is what you’re running from, love is your running, Love is lifting your leg and dropping it, love is the space between the steps
Love is your breathing, love is your heartbeat, love is the thing driving your heart beat, and the silence when the beating has stopped
Love is this cat, right here, right now, the vibration that moves through me from her purring
Love is the illusion that you can stop things
Love is the way the water falls off your chin, love is the pool it came from and falls into
Love is your loudness bursting through the quiet of this moment, love is the way it rends me, love is the way you notice, love is that I care what you think, love is that is doesn’t matter to the thing that is thunk upon
Love is the movement towards the idea
Love is you running in a circle
Love is your struggle with yourself
Love is the manifestation of pain, love is the curse of the pain when it is nameless and dropping
Love is reaching out, love is at the end of extension, love is the illusion of disappearance
Love moves underground, love is the ground, love is above ground, love is the invisible space in the molecules that make the ground
Love is the firmament, love is the stars
Love is the lesson of love
Love continues
Love is the ageless time of one hand meeting another
Love is the identity
Love is the tongue cleaning the wound.
-Tracy Broyles 2015
Images by jaime lee christiana
