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Badass Love

21 Dec

Love is not Pollyanna.

I am going to say a truth about love, but I do not wish to offend.  These words came to me in the in-between state of sleeping and waking just now and I knew they were true.  I am going to bury the words here in a paragraph so they don’t jump out of the page and offend, though, I think all true seekers know what I am trying to say.  Love is a hard ass, mother fucker with nunchucks.

Does that ring true?

Isn’t that what the verses people recite from the bible at weddings are really saying?

Love is patient, love is kind…I’m going to look it up, I can’t remember the whole thing…here it is:

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.

Isn’t that badass?

I just got a mental image of someone reciting my interpretation before their wedding vows, Johnny Rotten style. 🙂

Why am I saying it like this?  I’m not sure why but talk of love spoken out loud sounds so cotton candy.  In the thick of the deep dark shadow of pain talking about love sounds fake and gooey; the real love can’t be conveyed – but god, love has street cred.

Love is so fierce, I’m starting to see.  I’m learning to let it flow through me, and what constricts its flow in me are my thoughts about what it is.  If I think love means I say the “right” thing, or walk when it gets uncomfortable, or stay when I shouldn’t, I can’t be a vessel for “it” to flow…Love remains in the most crime infested, filthy muck and says, “This too will pass.”  Sometimes love moves in when it is being pushed away.  Other times, love choses to walk away when it is best.  Love listens but doesn’t take the words in. Love hugs immobile, frightened shoulders.  Love is unafraid and looks on the pain of others and says, “This too will pass; I will remain.”

I’m learning.  And I know, these words don’t even come close.  My intention is to point to my own blindness in restricting the definition of love – and relate that in the past few weeks, my spirit partners in teenage bodies have opened me up to deeper and deeper levels of unlearning and gnosis.


This is what I’m talking about.

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