Monday, October 8, 2007

From My Heart And Eyes...

Love is a dormant state of awareness in most of us. It is a mysterious force that implants itself in the hearts and souls of humans. At conception this mystery expresses itself through two people and at birth it becomes a physical being through nature. Every child born in physical form, is love manifested in pure expression. I don't think there is anyone who would dispute the fact that a newborn is the essence of love, formed by the seed of this great mystery that lives within us.

We all are an example of that love. We are filled with it. It is the whole part of who we are, and it never leaves us. But, we forget that fact as we travel through time, and view the self as someone who does not know what love is or how to find it.

We search everywhere for this feeling of connection; Love is an elusive entity that we see and sense around us, but we can't find within us since we are conditioned to look outside of the self.

The foremost reason for dis-ease is not remembering who we are. We believe we are not worthy of love. We attract fear and suffer the effects of separation simply because we do not love this self in physical form. We say, it's too big or small, too poor or wealthy; too ugly or beautiful; too sinful or hateful. Little by little we destroy our physical form, because we conform to the rituals of self-worthlessness. We don't love the self; that would be an act of conceit and egomania.

Guiraut de Bornelh explains love this way:

So, through the eyes love attains the heart:

For the eyes are the scouts of the heart,

And the eyes go reconnoitering

For what it would please the heart to possess.

And when they are in full accord

And firm, all three, in the one resolve,

At that time, perfect love is born

From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart.

Not otherwise can love either be born or have commencement

Then by this birth and commencement moved by inclination

By the grace and by command

Of these three, and from their pleasure,

Love is born, who with fair hope

Goes comforting her friends.

For as all true lovers

Know, love is perfect kindness,

Which is born- there is no doubt- from the heart and eyes.

The eyes make it blossom; the heart matures it;

Love, which is the fruit of their very seed.


Unknown said...

Hal, thank you for reminding us that we are LOVE! I have a mantra that I repeat in meditation: I am love, expressing my truth in human form. Your poetry is a gentle nudge for me to remember not to get all wrapped up in ego.

Yvonne Perry

Anonymous said...

This blog entry is one of the most beautiful things I've read in a very long time. Thank you for writing exactly what I needed to hear today - I'm guessing a lot of people will read this post and say the same thing. I hope so.

I'm adding you to my favorite blogs to read every week.


Anonymous said...

BEAUTIFUL HAL!! The message is so simple - and we make it so complicated!!



elysabeth said...

It is a very nice posting. I have a friend who needs to read this because she was getting all depressed last week because she doesn't have a significant other and I keep telling her that no one else is going to make her happy - no matter what she says - she needs to be responsible for her own happiness and feel the love from within - I'm going to share with her - E :)