Lovable

I didn’t know it was here.
I always thought it was there.

Love. 

I thought I needed to do something to get it.
So does everyone.
It’s a big cosmic joke.

Like a hand reaching out in one of those action movies for the other hand to save its life, desperate to take hold. 

Reaching. 
For something. 
Anything.

Dying over here without air…

But then the whispers of Truth stir in you and say,
It's not in the struggle.
It's not in the reaching. 
It’s not in doing.

And your confusion and doubt and cynicism set in.
Your fear of believing because others don’t and will think you are crazy.

As Nietzsche said, “Those who were dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music.”

So where’s the access point to the Love?

Inside of you. Waiting patiently. Wide eyed, blinking, wondering why you are making it so difficult. 

It’s in the melting into she screams.
The letting go he hints.
The softening she sings.
And the being he patiently reminds.

And the mind will have a field day with that one.

But what you want is not of the mind.

Please hear me.
Please trust me.

It's not in your brain.
You don’t analyze or understand it.

You know it.
You sense it.
You feel Love.
Tears well up in your eyes because of it.

It's a feeling inside of you.

You are lovable because you are born.
The baby, the dog, the flower deserves love.
You are the same.
God's love is unconditional.
Meaning, without condition.

Read that again. 
Meaning with imperfections and sloppy humanity.
Meaning no conditions.
Meaning as you are. 
Lovable. As. You. Are. 

You have received moments of good and grace your whole life.
You have had secret moments of Divinity and moments of warmth inside.
That's God.
That's Love.
That's worth.

You are still human and all over the place and wild and you've still got it.
So you must deserve it.
Or you wouldn’t have gotten it.
So you must be lovable.
No matter what your brain tells you, because it's full of stories, not the truth of who your soul is. 
You must deserve love.

My dear friend, drop your mind that wants to argue and lean into the truth of what you read.
Trust that.

Let go of the struggle, let go of the suffering,
Let the beauty of the whole planet bubble up inside of you and know that you are already home.