Love Is The Field

 

Are you looking for likes? Are you looking for hearts?

In a breath of stillness, feel the universe 'liking' you. Countless stars have already given you a thumbs-up. They are deeply entangled in the protons of your body, weaving you with the weft of their beams.

Distant galaxies heart your body with photons. Can you stop just for the Sabbath of one moment, letting your flesh absorb this continuous bombardment from the rays and particles of love?

Let this breath open each cell of your body like a tiny hridaya-chakra, tiny, but with no circumference. From the field of unconditional relaxation, the cosmos is born: the total repose of awareness, awakening in itself, expanding through itself, surrendering to itself. The groundless depth of ease is the opposite of dis-ease. And this is the abyss of your own Being, bubbling electrons, planets, galaxies, from the dark energy of love.

Naturally relaxed awareness is the Creator. In the field of the Creator, any effort to be more lovable, more attractive, more pleasing to others, is a waste of energy, because there is no possibility of being un-loved.

Every atom is made out of love, each stone, this body, a swirling star. Love is the field, the vibration of love is the energy. Our "spiritual path" is simply to relax, more and more, trusting in a heart that is already here, and abandoning the effort to be loved. When we choose this, we are chosen.

Little by little, our self-abandonment relinquishes the natal trauma, and we let go of the fear that we've been cast out, alone, thirsting for love. Little by little, we open our whole body to the sensation of Truth. We are bathed in the warmth and the glow of love, pressed out and overflowing in each particle of dust. Love is the mother, love is the matter. When the mind asks, "What's the matter with me?" the heart can answer, "Nothing."

Love is not a Way. Love is letting go of our resistance to what Is.

Water color by Marney Ward, who captures the divine light in the sap of matter.