Love is the most powerful force in the universe.
More powerful than thought. More powerful than war. More powerful than shame, or hatred, or ambition. More powerful than gravity. Love draws me toward you, always. Even in anger, love opens me up and draws me near. Love will not forsake us. Ever.
Do you feel unloved? Do you feel unworthy? There is love enough for you, too. I swear. Even in your abandonment, there is someone out there that loves you still. I do. Whether I have met you or not, whether I even like you or not, whether we agree or disagree, there is still love. I feel it. This isn’t hyperbole. This isn’t a sham or an exercise in theory. This is a ground shaking reality. Too much for you? That I cannot help.
Take a breath with me. Allow your exhalation to soften you just enough to let the smallest thread of love enter. Let it snake up from your sex into your chest. Let it crawl down from the top of your head and down to your fingertips. I love you. She loves you. He loves you. They love you. The stars sing of your beauty. You move to unheard music. You are alive in the flow of love. You are.
Let yourself be, just for this moment.
Let yourself be held within this love.
After last week's posts on love – first the one for Dr. King, but especially the one on Love and Anger – I was so happy when this message came through, high above the earth, on my way to Rotterdam. I wrote this for no one in particular, and for many people whose faces rose and fell before me as the words flowed forth. Love to you all.