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Love: a poem and a reflection unite time (as we define it) in the inner history of a special birth-day, coming together to express soul’s insight and gift a humble parcel. As Values bring our words in a shared voice, Poetry blesses the space where silence lands these words and We honour each moment when the eternal echoes of love: Arise!
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.The Inner History of a Day”, John O’Donohue from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
THE BLESSING OF IN-BETWEENNESS
Shaped by the joy and the pain of truthful conversations
In the thought of love there is always the possibity of change, an ongoing tranformation of the known hidden beyond knowing, exalted in the depths of our being, reminding us of the precious gifts from the childhood of human life.
Love touches in a particular way, incomparable with anything we are capable of perceiving in our mind, therefore incapable of articulating accurately in our speech.
In our turbulent times, there is an urge to love. We feel it, we are aware that we love too little and too late, but still.. we are too scared of being vulnerable, we doubt our readiness to sustain it, so.. we rush in the vast, get perplexed by change, rely on expectation, fear surrender, hide in the woods of the known, feel ashamed of own unskillfulness or judgement of others, suffer and define this experience as “the painful nature of love”. Can we define the divine truth? And yet, we can know it in our heart. Love it’s not pain, even though the human relationship in the journey of love is painful. Love is joy, always inspiring us to appreciate and grow poetic beauty. Love is the whole Journey of Beauty! To know her ways within our ways, to touch the divine nature beyond our touch, to reach the point where there is a breach and still care.. to let the thoughts, the words and the acts bridge.. is to make space and time for living together in true love.
My dear friends, Love does not urge us to change, she invites us to embrace the allness of the left and the found and take day by day the path amongst the trees.. Time’s advice is always insightful ‘Know your companions in this experience!’ Soul’s verse is always beautiful ‘Trust the journey of your senses.’ How do we embrace her understanding in our conversations?
We are accustomed to answers, as she is to knowing our true breath. This is perhaps her most sublime quality. So.. Love stays, awaits, breathes, forgives, allows, invokes.. the change of the human seasons. Her season is.. everlasting!
SHAPED BY LOVE
“When Love was born of heavenly line,
What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera’s joy!
Till Venus cried, ‘A mother’s heart is mine;
None but myself shall nurse my boy,’
But, infant as he was, the child
In that divine embrace enchanted lay;
And, by the beauty of the vase beguiled,
Forgot the beverage and pined away.”
from “The Birth Of Love” by William Wordsworth
Between all our wordings.. giggles the true light,
Beneath what is wordless.. enkindles the night;
In the childlike drawings.. grows the wisest tree,
In the boundless voices.. beats the heart of We.
Among the old scriptures.. there, we find the learnt,
Among the new dreamers.. there, the stars are turned;
Between ground and air.. the earthy is torn,
Between feet and sight.. breathes the daily born.
Among this wild nature.. we move in the vast..
In-sight a calm sighing.. we sit with a trust;
Between the life-lines.. howls the pain of wind,
Between tears and smiles.. glides a graceful tint.
Along this long pathing, a thought flies.. in time,
Among all that matters, shapes.. a living rhyme;
Beneath selfless giving, love still feeds: a child,
Between human seasons, we mature: compiled!
May these wishes reach the heart, the mind and the soul, as ever – from love,
Gentiana Koçi
Picture by Alain Picard