After Awake

Try to let go of what you think you know about love.

Love is a simple magic with mysteries still unfolding.

One Spirit knows all things and imparts itself upon its reflections, as its reflections are able to receive.

I thought I knew something about love. I thought I knew I was here to be it.

Now I find the truth is much closer to this: I am here to witness it.

From birth I felt the magic. My spirit, heart, mind, body, clung to the deep knowing of the Divine. As I grew, like we all do, I forgot. Memories of magic and miracles became vague and wishful daydreams like sand slipping through my fists. It was real, I had felt it. I had seen it. Yet, here it was escaping me day by day. Joy lost into the ether. Peace crushed into pieces. I looked around me for love and came up empty handed. I tried to give love and was cast aside. I begged for someone to teach me, show me, grow with me. Time after time my heart was mishandled and misled. My spirit ached so strongly all that was left was to cry myself to sleep. So that is what my spirit did.

Hibernation of the heart one could call it. Protective in nature, but a double edged sword.

When the doors to my heart were all but ready to close forever, the Divine answered me.

A familiar shadow came towards my spirit.

One I recognized as my one.

In an instant I felt again. It terrified me. The memories threatened to rush like a flood into my heart, a damn finally crashing under its poorly built rocks. My sad stones of fear and sadness were no match for the flowing waters.

My hibernating heart knew it was time to wake up.

Something, someone was coming.

That someone, was me.

Chiseled from the same spirit that transcends the fabric of time. The same knee that knelt before the cross and pledged its eternal soul to the Light Divine.

See, I thought I knew something about love.

Nothing about love was clear until my mirror was here in front of me. All I had were fragments of the picture. Fragments of the reality. Inklings of the understanding. A burning coal inside me clinging to the hope that one day all would be made visible to me. Even myself.

There he was. In an instant his eyes took me to that sacred place that transcends. That place where our spirit lives. The day we re-met will remain the most treasured day of my life.

I spoke before I knew I was speaking "Did you know your eyes are directly connected to your soul?"

It is because in his eyes, was my soul too. Our soul. Everything darkened around us and in that moment the heavens opened. Our burning ember heart flickered. Love. Magic. Mystery.

All happening at once.