Wednesday, February 12, 2014

More Inheritance

More Inheritance 

Love creates a synchronicity with what Love 

Why wouldn't it do that,
knowing harmony's vital role.

The calm heart's reach is vast and lasting.
Bring yourself, again, into the presence of 

someone who knows Love, 
for more inheritance is there for you. 

Like a special day when you 
can naturally feel uplifted 
by something in the air,

Love should be a truth 
we always carry. 

       Love is our inheritance, our legacy, our purpose. There is a life without love, but it is dark and worse, about the complete opposite of everlasting. Love welcomes you to the infinite, without it, we are so very human  - our days numbered, our influence limited, our legacy incomplete. And I am not talking about romantic love, but just love - the love of this life and this journey. The love of yourself and your purpose. The love that surrounds you - the people, places, and animals that make up your world.
       Of course there is romantic love. Eros holds its own candle to the flame. It is worthwhile to think about what makes two people fall in love. I have. I think you fall in love with someone for a million little things, for the knowing glances, for the laughter, and for the way their face might look twenty years from now when you sit together. I think you fall in love with someone when you realize they're your best friend, when you realize you want them by your side to fight life's dragons (or if you're like me, raise them instead from cute little dragon hatchlings), and share in the joys that come your way. No matter who that special someone is, enjoy the feeling with all your heart.
      Mary Oliver wrote a wonderful poem about Love's necessary presence in our lives, and I have included it below:

“West Wind #2” 

You are young. So you know everything. 
You leap into the boat and begin rowing. 
But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, 
and listen to me. 
There is life without love. It is not worth a bent penny, 
or a scuffed shoe. 
It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied. 
When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, 
the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, 
fretting around the sharp rocks—
when you hear that unmistakable pounding—
when you feel the mist on your mouth
and sense ahead the embattlement, 
the long falls plunging and steaming—
then row, 
row for your life toward it.

Can You Feel The Love Tonight, Elton John

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