Love Warriors
Here, on the roads we walk, we all want to be lovers. No one wants to go to war.
We are no lovers of war, we seekers, prophets, priests and poets. But, what about warriors for love?
Can you envision it? The left hand reaches out across the axis to embrace the right. Light wraps himself around Darkness? Bhakti and Shakti become one. Isn’t this what the Tao was pointing toward? Yin/Yang? Heaven and Hell? The Mystery of our own Divine Twins?
Can we allow Love to strike down that which would detract us from our goal of becoming wholly, fully and without apology Human-Wild-Divine? Can we employ the weapon of Love to subdue our self-hatred, procrastination, distraction? Love as the secret agent of change?
We speak the words, “Her love is poured out upon the earth.”
We are Her.
The love is ours to pour.
Our bones, blood, sinew and sex are the earth upon which our own love is poured.
Let us go to battle shielded in fierce and unrelenting love, shooting arrows of love, voices raised in ululating cries of love. Who among us could withstand such purity? What within us could stand firm against such love?
Fill the cup with love. Drink it down.
copyright 2009. Karina B. Heart