It’s okay to be shaky, to not know anymore, and to allow your heart to break. To fall to the ground and bear witness to the reality that life does not . . . and will never . . . turn out the way you thought it would. It’s just too wild, too creative, and too devastatingly mysterious for all that.
Rather than spin from loss or death as if it were a defeat, with your breath as your guide, travel inside. There are jewels hidden there, filled with meaning, with pure feeling, and with relentless outrageousness of love as it erupts into the world of time and space.
You will never find your life’s purpose by way of a frantic, urgent, exhausting search. Your life’s purpose is to live. Fully. To participate, to take a risk, to slow down and sense the signs, to commune with the colors, the songs of the birds, and to listen to the intelligence of the stars.
The forms that love takes are by nature arising and dissolving in each moment, for this is the way of form. But love itself is that which never comes and goes. You never know what form love will choose to take in the future, for there is no love in the future. Love is only now. You will never be able to resolve or pin down the movement of love as it is infinitely creative and at all times unfolding into greater wholeness.
If you become too fused with a specific form you believe you need love to take, your heart will inevitably break when love obliterates that form for something new, which it always will. This shattering is the great gift of form. This dissolving and reorganization is a special kind of grace that the mind cannot know. But the heart knows. The body knows.
Before you seek to “heal” your heartbreak via therapy or medicine or spiritual process, turn to your heart and ask if it truly wishes to be mended. For this breaking is sacred, transformative, the essential dimension of experience from which the infinite potential of new forms emerge.
Cetainly, be grateful for the forms of love while they appear, but surrender and accept their journey of death and rebirth. As your heart breaks in the witnessing of their passage, refuge for your fear and pain will not be in more of love’s forms, but ultimately in the field of love itself, that which never comes and goes. For this is what you are, what I am, what we are. Let your heart break open.
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