There are two types on the path, those
who come against their will, the blindly religious,
and those who obey out of love.
* * *
Both are drawn from the source.
Any motion is from the mover.
Any love from the beloved.
*Rumi. Rumi: The Book of Love, Poems of Ecstasy and Longing. Trans. Coleman Barks.
* * *
Romance. Here,
I do not mean sexual or genital attraction, raging hormones, two bodies mingling together in heated passion.
I mean Eros as deep, empathic, giving-receiving Love.
Eros can be for anything, anyone, yourself, God, all Creation.
Eros manifests as aspiration to have intercourse
in seclusion with a lover or beloved, or
heart-to-heart sharing (so, inter-course)
in free-fearless-openness with another.
We long to make Love, like all Nature does all the time.
And what we call making love is really
Love loving ~ Love can do no else.
Receptive to Love, you can do no else.
* * *
Love is Life,
Loving is Life flowing.
Without this loving, this lifeing,
you die, even when still breathing.
The pulse felt at the wrist, the neck,
signifies the physical heart beating.
Love is the beat of the Heart we are;
no pulse, no breath, no signs of life of that Heart
when one walls oneself off from Love and Loving,
which is a coming out of oneself to meet the other:
other to other, then, possibly, only one;
with to with, then, possibly, only within.
* * *
Images of this non-sexual Coitus of Heart is Rumi and Shams, Krishna and the gopis, and Jesus and the Beloved Disciple, likely the disciple John, who leaned upon Jesus at the Supper in the Upper Room. Likewise, males and females who are heterosexual can enjoy deeply Erotic friendships with like gender, as fulfilling, often more so, than a sexual relationship. I have enjoyed many deeply fulfilling, nonsexual relationships with females, more fulfilling than those of a sexual nature. Some cultures have esteemed too highly the supposed primacy of sexual eros, when friendships can be as and more fulfilling among many.
A tradition in the church has been female celibates who have had physically erotic imaging of intimacy with Christ. This makes sense in a context wherein women vowed themselves to Christ and became the brides of Christ. Yet, cannot we each vow ourselves to such a Beloved and, thereby, fall in Love with Someone of such blissful, deathless Love? Should not our faith, our spirituality, be passionate, even if quietly so?
* * *
In Eros we enjoy a
Subject-to-Subject co-inhering,
a mutual, deep, oft deepening withinness with and
into each other: boundaries blur and disappear.
We fall in Love with Love, again, in
that sacred meeting that may appear to others commonplace;
this is loving Beloved, Lover, in the form of the other we find
to be another expression of Grace, as we are.
* * *
In Love, what we are seeking
is our own true Being, That is Love, before we were born here.
This is why being in love with someone,
a someone who awakens us to before any meeting or parting,
always leaves us with a sensation of longing, a visceral message of
Something-Still-Missing.
That is why any addiction, even to something seen as good,
is an effort to fulfill ourselves in Love ~
just look at how persons adore a bottle of whiskey,
just look at how one moves about and draws on a cigarette,
just look at how one washes and shines the adored vehicle
just look at loving happening everywhere
... ( so choose your 'partners' wisely) ...
is not all this Eros, even if far short of what will content...
as any addiction to anything leaves us
with a longing for the next 'drink.'
* * *
Eros expresses as longing,
Love adores but does not cling.
Love leads us home,
not on another trip to try to satisfy only
what can be found in abandoning our heart to Grace.
* * *
Imagine.Spirit longing
for a passionate relationship with you.
Sacred Love frustrated, yearning for you
to give time daily for sacred intercourse.
Love waiting for attention,
to give and receive devoted desire that
consumes separateness in one unending Coitus of Passion.
Yes, imagine, your whole life as a single act of Eros:
sharing Love by Loving in all you think, say, do.
* * *
I cry
Beloved, where are You!
And a million
whispers arise from the Dark, saying,
Hush! Don’t speak. For
you only hear this Love Letter with
the Heart
*All material, unless another source is cited, is authored by the presenter of Lotus of Heart, Brian Kenneth Wilcox, Florida USA. Use of the material is permitted; Brian only requests that credit be given and to be notified at 77ahavah77@gmail.com .
*Brian's book, An Ache for Union, is available through major booksellers.
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The Sacred in Me bows
to the Sacred in You
