Blue Love

The Earth opens wide her arms. She keeps this blue space for us in her embrace, as we dance about on rock, wood, stone, and water, amidst seeming chaos, and surrounded by life.

Our dance. Our dreams. And she is always beneath our feet, poised. What will we do with all of our wonder, gifts, and fear?

Moved by confusion within her  clouds, the cosmos blinks, and blinks once more. Time stops, and the collection of moments merge from blur into focus – as this moment. The infinite ceases to be a meaningless metaphor.

We cannot own any thing or any being, but we continue to believe we can. We grasp at people and objects, but they flow through our shadows and the years pass by. Even the atoms of our bodies are on loan from the cosmic foam.

The clouds swirls into new eddies. It has never been just about the quality of life or the quality of people in our lives. It has never been about being right or wielding power. Illusion is the blood that circulates through our hearts to the point that we do not even know our hearts.

And the Earth still holds us in her green, blue, and yellow. The Sun smiles at her love and surrender. He knows she grows with us and has her own growing pains, and yet we are unconscious of her as a Being and take her for granted.

The greatest loss is in not loving enough, not feeling deeply enough, and rushing through life unconscious. And love requires connection, always connection.

What does this have to do with daily life, pain, and suffering? How is this even vaguely relevant? We are here. We take and give what we can. And we die. Our bodies are just atoms – fragments merging right back into Blue Love to be present when new life bursts open. Why not embrace her as she embraces us? She is also but a cosmic traveler, so we have that in common.

In every moment, she is there, but ignored in thought and deed, as we dance to the tune of self-absorption.

We measure time in hours, days, and years. We measure our time. But the cosmos is unfolding its light and sound with no knowledge of our life’s logistics. And yet, it knows us too because we are its very space, always expanding. What if we felt what the cosmos feels? What if we felt the Earth as she truly is? What if we cared so deeply that we saw ourselves as we really are beneath layers if veneers we choose as our life’s clothing? And then we would see apparent others as they are….

If you move your mind to touch a star, already you know that even space does not really separate us, and time does not exist.