shortest path?

 

The Shortest Path Back to Love

The touch of your skin, you,

the kind one.

Skin like the soft underside

of the ocean, full, quiet.

How do we find the shortest path back to love?

 

Lake Atitlan, highlands of Guatemala,

The world’s deepest lake,

held deeper by volcanoes – Mother Earth’s own fire –

the shortest path back to love.

 

The smell of roses

and spikenard

help me remember

the shortest path back to love.

 

Surrender.

Say yes.

Choose me again.

Say yes.

 

Could my fingers playing with

golden hair, sun lit,

softer than a rainbow

be the shortest path?

 

A whisper in the dark?

Quiet words, I love you,

I choose you, I want you.

Mmm.  And a whisper becomes

 

A sweet song,

you know the words.

We sing

the shortest path back to love.

 

Goddess - the shortest path

back to love.

You and you and you, you.

All of you, Goddess.

 

Half moon, your eyes

grow full

at the speed of life,

the shortest path back to love.

 

San Cristobal, highlands of Chiapas, Mexico,

earthquake as the sun comes up.

This planet cracks, mouth open, searching

for the shortest path.

 

I am the shortest path,

Mother Earth’s own god.

All of the gods, all of us,

we know the path.

Remember?

 

A laughing woman

Is the shortest path

Back to love.

 

Sea turtles know,

they crawl towards the light

to find their shortest path back.

 

My grandfather taught me

The sky color as the sun sets.

Pink blue purple – periwinkle - the color

of the shortest path back to love.

 

Surrender.

Say yes.

Choose your beloved again.

Say yes.

 

The shortest path back to love

can look like a hen’s egg,

or a fresh lemon squeezed in steaming tea,

a blueberry smoothie as the sun comes up.

 

Logs cracking,

flames licking.

Fire burns the shortest path

back to love.

 

Remembered dreams are the shortest path back to love.

Sliced, perfect avocados.

Dancing, the shortest path.

Drops of rain.

Songs you know the words to.

 

When our love is too big

To fit our hearts,

then these hearts break

again and again.

Making more room for love,

again and again.

 

Valerie, you are the shortest path back to love.

Everyone here understands this.

Did you know this was coming?

Open heart smiling in the sun,

kind words before the day is gone.

We all know this.

 

The Highlands of Louisville, Kentucky -

no volcanoes, no earthquakes -

but new home to a life force more powerful

and softer – my shortest path back to love.

 

Surrender.

Say yes.

Choose your beloved again.

Say yes.

 

The truth?

You are the shortest path.

You are, and you and you.  You are.

You knew this was coming,

open hearts smiling in the sun,

kind words before the day is gone.

We’re all flying

the shortest path back to love.

 

So be it.

And so it is.

Gary Heine

Love is a mystery. The many faces and forms that true love can take is disorienting. The one who activates the deepest wound is my true love. The furry companion that bursts my heart wide and forever changed is my true love. The silence I find each time I return to my center, this is my true love, as well.

Today the world is a wild ride. The suffering faces I see and the suffering that flashes across my own face. The parts of me that I have left, judged and scorned for one moment of forgetfulness, these all need my love.

The people that have heard something different than the meaning of my words and now are distanced and imagining distortions, they need me to return to love.

But, truly I need to return to love for that is where my well being lives.

In upset and seclusion I wither. I see things that aren't there and use the world to play out my abandoned parts into a theater of illusion.

It is tiring to be away from love. The soft embrace of forgiveness revives me. Seeing through the eyes of compassion and belonging heals me. This return to silence and the simplicity of loving what is is the shortest path.

This all sounds so simple in the written word, but the blind maze of life can feel so real in its separate play that the resistance and hard edges can feel like the true reality.

It takes courage to choose love.

It takes practice, like any other skill, we must choose to focus our attention on what we want to grow and flourish.

Opening the path so it's easy to find when we most need it.

If you are reading this, you are, most likely, a deeply feeling person, like me. This is a great reminder (speaking to the feminine part in all of us) "the blessing of her feeling so deeply is, she can not close her heart for long." (check out my dear friend Lakshmi's music)

What are your tools to get back to love?

Here's some 'happy dance' food:

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