Lately, the Muse has been waking me up long around 4 a.m. Not sure why, but when that happens, I know it is important to take dictation. And so I do. A name came through first- Tyler Goldsmith. He is the lead singer for one of my favorite folk\/rock groups called Dawes. Then the words “Love is all I am,” followed. Not a new concept to me and I use it often as a reminder of our true identity, beyond appearances of anything remotely different that we might believe about ourselves. There must be some reason, I pondered, that this came through so loud and clear this morning. It kept tumbling through my mind until I walked into the kitchen and through blurred eyes, wrote them on the white board on the wall. Someone needs to see it. I needed to write it.<\/p>\n
Many spiritual traditions teach us that we are sinful, flawed, imperfect. How, I wonder, if we perceive God, by whatever name we invoke Spirit, as perfect and complete, whole and holy loving \u00a0and we are made in It’s Image, can we be anything BUT that? A\u00a0conversation arose this week while I was at ACIM- A Course in Miracles Study Group at my friend Nancy Nagle’s shop called Nangellini<\/a> that religions tell us we need to jump through hoops, follow teachings, do all of these rituals, say all of these prayers, with the idea of experiencing heaven\/redemption ….. what have you and STILL never quite get there. What’s that about?\u00a0 In my mind, it is about earthly control, not heavenly hosts singing hallelujah. It is fear based and not love infused.<\/p>\n After easing back to peaceful slumber with that thought as my blanket, I awoke a few hours later, inspired to write this. I listened to the Dawes song by that name and share it with you as a wakeup call to carry you through your day. May we all overcome our spiritual amnesia as we know for certain that love is all we are.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Love Is All I Am”<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I need a boundless, soft way to commend, And love is still your stranger. I need a graceful, proud way to let go, And love is not excitement.
\nlike you as a sunset and I as a wildfire.
\nAnd I can’t let the day go.I’ve locked up these words in fear that I’d say them wrong.
\nIs it love as a mountain, or love as a simple song?
\nAnd the moment that the two meet
\nhas now laid itself at your feet.And love is not convenient.
\nIt does not cease at your command.
\nYou might take and leave it,
\nbut love is all I am.
\nLove is all I am.<\/p>\n
\nlike you as a temper and I as its tender end.
\nAnd however long your fits last,
\nI will live within your shadow cast.<\/p>\n
\nIt does not respect how much you’ll stand.
\nYou might be love’s reminder,
\nbut love is all I am.
\nLove is all I am.<\/p>\n
\nto smile and accept the things that you don’t know.
\nThe losses and the gains blurred
\nthe weight of these as last words.<\/p>\n
\nIt’s not kissing or holding hands.
\nI’m not some assignment,
\nno, love is all I am.
\nLove is all I am.
\nLove is all I am.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n