Somewhere In The Middle

In the middle, no opposites exist. Equal respect for all perspectives flows outward from Center. No choices exist with the exception of choosing All.

Cave paintings of old cast spells into the future. Where we there? Did we choose the sacred partnership while on horseback or after drying skins in the sun? Chalk figures smeared and etched onto stone refuse to speak directly of the spiritual intimacy which grows love outward. A long time ago, we confused sexual exclusivity and monogamy for the harshly revealing mirror of spiritual intimacy. Did she show you the places you were withholding love? Did he bring forth in you the adoration of Love Itself? Will they refuse to cover the mirrors in order to become the reflection of the same Divine Light?

Who leads you to the awareness of unity? With whom did you merge to transcend duality and glance the Light of God? In the Middle we come to see that it is not the last-first-kiss of the beloved that we merged with, but the non-personal Oneness of I Am.

And yet, and yet. To love this other is to move intimately with All That Is.

It is true that I have sown a seed in one field and reaped a harvest in another. I've created a place for love to grow out of the expansion of my green heart, which I carry everywhere I go. I am the creator of my own way Home.

But I didn't create it alone.