Saturday, December 16, 2006

When Love Happens

WHEN LOVE HAPPENS

There is a great love waiting for each of us,
I believe, regardless of our age.
It may happen at 40, or 50, or 60 or even 70+

It is a love that will transform our hearts,
lift them and all of what we are
to a new level of becoming.

We are likely to find this love mostly
when several things have already happened.
We need to be open, ready, and vulnerable
to receive it.
Love is a fickle mistress.
Some give while always measuring
They are “Scrooges in love.”
They will never taste the ambrosia.
To discover this love, we must already have
a generous heart, be a giving person,
involved somehow, somewhere
in caring for others.
When we are open, we find dimples,
not merely pimples, transparent,
and recognize we are each wounded,
imperfect and are able to
receive feedback.
Finally we must be able to risk ourselves.
Some have been so hurt they live guardedly,
birds perched on the window sill readyto fly away.

I believe that when these conditions are present,
the love of your life can appear at any time.
But unless you have learned to be present to
yourself and to beauty anywhere,
you will not recognize it.

When the conditions are right,
serendipity is always around the corner.
You are ready for a love that is beyond anything
you ever imagined or yet grasped.

You will find flowers in the winter.
Snowflakes in summer.
Fresh buds in the fall,
Rainbows in spring,
and beauty everywhere.
Prepare yourself.
You can never be worthy
It will always be undeserved.
From that moment you will
live with gratitude and humility.

How do I know this?
Because the heart is made for love.
We are made for loving.
Also because love is the
most constant force
in the Universe.

The poets of every age
have addressed the richness and
diversity of human loving.
Novelists of every culture.
we are today readers of many stories
and captured by many movies
and dramas..

I am as certain as I am of death
that not only love, but
Transforming Love awaits
each one of us.

We cannot imagine the ecstacy,
the richness and the immensity
–and the scare--of this invitation
until
it is upon us.

Paschal, you have said enough.
Some already think you are crazy.
( But they do not know how crazy
you really are. . .).

Speak, Lord, my restless heart
awaits your whispers.
Be still, my soul
and patient..
She is not here yet, but she
is on her haunting way. Be ready.
She does not appear to those
who are not already loving.
Have your heart’s lamp lit


Paschal Baute, 12.16.06

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