Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud,
otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this,
this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives
with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying, with that sweet moon vision,
what every other eye in this world is dying to see?
Osho says the same thing, with emphasis on courage. When we feel unloved, he says to love more, love louder. Love like flowers and thunder, the type of love that shakes our boundaries. If we get out what we put in, what other option is there?
There is some kiss we want with
Our whole lives, the touch of
Spirit on the body. Seawater
Begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
It needs some wild darling! At
Night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come and press its
Face against mine. Breathe into me.
Close the language-door and
Open the love-window. The moon
Won’t use the door, only the window.
Last night, while walking down South First around midnight and panicking about life, my much more level-tempered roommate, Eli Smythe, reminded me of something crucial: that we’re just waiting to discover what is already placed in front of us. Most of the time, things we already know. What do you even want, she asked?
Bits from today’s I Ching: “Perhaps this road has chosen you…. accept and bear with discomfort of chaos without pushing it away…. allow things to clear without force…. give trust where it is due, where it is not, do not resort to harshness….even small courage will be rewarded….. Be what you dream of being and only your inner heart will know the gain and loss.” Sky and Fire. Water and Thunder.
I suppose there’s richness, also, in hunger. That gorgeous, freeing empty feeling. When I let all the air out, and I can sit on my back porch in the middle of the night, look into the black sky, and see the moon as it wanes.