The Spark at Home Within the Fire

On Loss and Love

Dear Reader;

Yesterday a dear friend lay beside her mother as she took her last breath. I have long admired the gentle and true connection between them.

So many are addressing losses in these times. Loss of life, loss of health, loss of security, loss of joyful connection and communication, loss of faith.

I send these words to my friend, and to you all.

"If I told you that forever
you could touch and hold
everything and everyone 
you fear you have lost
That your separation from them
is but the theater of human consciousness
and in truth they wait only 
for you to see
that the truth of all life
is the ecstasy of Love
eternal, immortal
without boundaries or time

And that in your choosing 
to release what you fear to lose
only then may you drop naked
into the waiting arms of Love
every act of trust
a deepening surrender 
into the embrace of Mother
soft, warm, safe, adoring
perfect witness 
to your immeasurable beauty
she has birthed you
She is with you
She never ever lets you go

Then perhaps you would finally accept
that every other lover
every other desire
is but a pathway into her embrace
Human loss as the cold wind 
which wakes us up
and then returns us
Into the soft warm bed
where we were once born
eternally alive

We can no more be separate from Love
than the spark can be separate from the fire
It is the purpose of our human consciousness
to make this discovery
and never again fall into the blindness
of inhuman fear
All that you dream
Is already here."

Much love,
Adi