INTENSITY OF THE “SELF”

Love in the abstract (towards which I tend)
Is not worth much.

True love starts in the heart
And then is drawn towards another person –
Sometimes, even an object.

This is fascination with the “other”
Where one leaves one’s lonely self behind and becomes
Someone sharing their existence with another.

If it’s a person that love is driving you towards
You become more “alive” –
But if it’s an object
You might gain only some temporary satisfaction.

How far does your love go?
To just a few friends – or does it extend to all people in the world?
To a single object, like a cup or a car, or does it encompass everything in existence?

Does your love grow weaker as it expands outward?
And what about the effects of time?

Maybe everything should be measured
Solely by the intensity of the “self”
Engaged in this loving?

THE SPLENDOR IS OVERWHELMING

One day I awoke and discovered
A Persian carpet woven with flowers and other plants.

Another day, sitting quietly,
The soft browns of our oak furniture came into prime view.

One day, thinking about the prospect of dying –
Life itself, suddenly became much more intriguing.

On the day I finally gave up all my residual intensity –
Was when I began to hear tinkling bells,
Became aware of the quick movements of small birds,
And memories of the seashore suddenly reappeared.

The day I stopped counting –
Was the day I gave up trying to control my world
And also was the exact moment I stepped through doors of natural happiness
That only God is capable of flinging open.

God has been carefully watching us  – waiting for some indication
Of a recognition of God’s presence –

So, if your mind stops – even for one second –
And you’re able to take a good look

The splendor is overwhelming
And you’ll begin crying about everything you’ve missed in the past.