Love Enough

Under an envelope of air and night I can see thousands – millions of winking reminders…  It could be the absence of foil on my head leading me to believe the deeper meaning of what I can see, but late night melancholy can be an avenue to epiphany as well.  So, nothing so profound as realizing and coming to a full conclusion of life’s mysteries, but accepting life as a gift…  That’s the thing. I think.

Gifted or regifted (man, I would hate to be regifted – I’ll ask the Dalai)…

Pointless, really.  If life isn’t a gift, I mean…   You would think the capacity of beings expressing “appreciation” (recognizing beauty in the things that exist) alone would guide one in that direction.  But, what about love?   Being well beyond any calculable orders of magnitude greater than “appreciation,” it has no universal meaning without a basic acceptance of life being a gift.

Of course many people have what they (or any reasonable human being [not so easy to find at times]) would consider to be a horrible life…  But I’m trying to get at life itself, aside from incidental experiences.  Could the privilege of existence alone be considered a gift?  I mean at least if one considers it so, then doesn’t it free one to appreciate – give – love with reckless abandon?..  No strings attached?.. Isn’t that what love should be?

I’m convinced it is…  I’m convinced He is.

~ by aquitard on July 28, 2007.