Love Is Our Superpower

“Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.” -Sai Baba

(Thank you for this quote, dear Alia)

                                                   dance, originally uploaded by Sissel Annett

It is 2-something in the morning and I can't sleep.  I keep waking—tossing from one side of the bed to the other, opening my eyes and then shutting them tight—as if there is some way to squeeze these horrific images from my mind.   As if there is some way to un-know what I know.  Pictures of terrified tiny ones and their parents, in the midst of unspeakable tragedy.  Those in the wrong place at the wrong time—which, thank God, my children, my babies, my precious ones, were not.  

My mind tries to understand, to make some sense.  But I see that this isn't the part that can make sense of such horror—this loud part that seems to want only to lie down, head on the ground, and declare it all meaningless, to declare it all an enormous, unsolvable mess.  This is the part that sees only tragedy, that feels only a dark, powerless shakiness.  

I know that I must quiet this part, this noise, and drop to that still place where ugly stories cannot live.  I know this is my, this is all of our, point of power.  I see that we must hold hands and drop deep, deep into the depths of this still, breathing, light-filled, embracing place together.  

This body is too small 

to hold it all

ancient stories—yours and mine

deep, deep wells 

of tangled ache.  The light

so very tired 

of being pressed down, kept in

condensed.

Let's gather it up, this burning orb

of brightness

let it breathe, let it breathe

in our open palm.  Until it warms away

the you

the me—the every thing

until there is only wordless river 

of calm—lulling

lulling us

awake

We must allow this river of calm, this burning orb of brightness to breathe in our open palm—no hold back, no more hesitation. There is too much unthinkable tragedy, too many places where the light, the love has been shut out.  We cannot wait any longer to burn away this you, this me—these stories, this mind that separates, that divides and subtracts and kills and condemns—that sucks and squeezes the breath out of love.  

In the face of so much tragedy, we cannot, we must not, allow fear or hate or more separation to devour us.  We cannot fuel the fear with more fear.

What can we do in the face of such unthinkable tragedy?  

Drop the unthinkable stories.  

Come to this very moment with a love so big, so all-encompassing big, all else burns away.  

Come with our hearts wide, wide open.  

Come HERE NOW. 

Breathe the deepest, kindest, softest, most gentle breath.  

Pray.  Ask for guidance.
Hold your little ones, your loved ones--every person & being on the planet--ever so close.
Give freely.

Join hands, lean in closer, look each other in the eyes--allow this blazing inferno of LOVE to burn, burn brighter than it ever has before.  

Wrap, embrace, encircle this precious, hurting world in a giant halo of love.

Love is our point of power.  Love is our superpower. 

What can we do in the face of such unthinkable tragedy?  

Love

Love

Love