there to do but die to the old ways, and to be renewed into
the love story of God? I have never seen anything totally
living, that has not embraced many deaths. How can we be
constantly renewed unless we say in our hearts- Each
moment I die for life.
This is the beauty of our great romance of mortality. To
love unto death and to live forever in that love. To love God
enough to see Her in the face of your lover, your friend and
your enemy. To cling to love, as the child of your awakening
heart, and walk towards the guns of fear with such
romance, that God loves the sheer attractiveness of you.
Such romantic hearts are said to be dreaming within a
dream. If so, God loves you enough to dream Her romance
in you. Live this dream as if it were your perfect love story.
Do not flee from anything that fear can show you, but grow
noble and brave. Only loves cowards go to hell. Brave
hearts love the saga of their lives, teasing death, to walk in
the valley of this adventure- shining through.
Your love story is the only script worth writing. Like all
real stories, it is neither heroic nor mundane. It is your real
life lived the best you can. If you make it good enough for
love, no matter how earthly it seems, it will become the
heaven of your divine nature. It will be your love letter to
God. To you.
This life is a legend God opens in you, that She may be the
companion of this romance you undertake in Her name.
There is no point in waiting for deaths climax to free you,
the end is no better than the beginning, unless love is your
freedom now. Love lives always beyond death, and romance
is its path. It is not our purpose to love wisely, but to love
well. To love and be foolish, spending our lives as if they
were nothing but the love affair of the universe.
Let the scholars of reason define God as they will. It is not
our business to define God as other, but to love God in
ourselves. A love tale told in us, that we be its green
narration, and not a dry library. This is the purpose of life,
to walk through death abiding in the heart of love. This our
great romance, worth the death of any reality, for the
presence of the Beloved.
Live life as a novel. Scribe it well. Bearing the child of
yourself within you. Life will rise up in your being like a
shinning tree, and love shall be it blossom. We all have a
great romance to write, at the end of each chapter we fall
with laughter and tears into the arms of love again.
Be the love song and the singer, and death shall be the door
to joy forever. When you see its gray face, say only this, to
pass in peace- I love you.
love
eric.


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