Holding On.

10-09-2001, 12:06 AM

The golden butterflies of love cannot be held on to. They
turn to dust in the grasping hand. There is an art that
archers know, they become the balance of stillness and
movement, and release the arrow of themselves, knowing
the target will find the arrow. Not the arrow the target.
When you feel this stillness in movement, you will feel the
love that draws you, like a bowstring in the hand of the
Beloved. You will know that you can never miss the heart
of love, for love makes itself the universe. A mark that
desire will attain, no matter where it flies to.
I Am with You, becomes I Am You. What you release you
give to yourself. What you hold on to, you keep as a tension
between what you are, and what you will to become. No
wonder our knees tremble with the strain of this clutching
at straw flowers. Nothing can bud and release itself, if the
miser of fear will not let go.
You cannot keep a golden butterfly. The nectar you need, it
must fly to, for you to receive it. There is something to be
done with your life. Something to be undone. The past is a
ball of string that we have been winding, winding, winding.
A spring that is wound-up so tight, that it is neither here nor
there, but an apprehension of a stress, the mind has long
forgot how to let go of.
Its no coincidence we talk of heart strings. We pull back on
the bow of love and forget to loose the action, that draws the
flight of our intent. Holding on to the arrow, as if it could,
by itself, become what it desires to be.
If you have something in your hand, that you are holding
onto, you are still seeking to be the love that you are. You
are holding something in hand for a rainy day, when a
down pouring of yourself is the only way to get you to start
swimming. Release yourself from this cloud of knowing, and
be carried away on the flood. The golden butterflies of your
love can fly only in a sky that has become an ocean of you.
Dear brother-sister-Mine, We are One idea,
One creation and One vision. This is the Truth of being and seeing.
You create my world, and I create yours. If you deny me, and race to
the ends of the earth, our heart is still inseparably One. Our
thoughts, enlighten or shadow our view. I would not darken my mind
against you. Nor would I prevail upon you, but release and be
released. This moment is our salvation. We rest in a perfect day. For
what is the meaning of you if I am not you also,
and how could we miss each other?
This is being the seen of God.
It is a vision that can only be realized, when two visions become one
Love. The potential of us all, is the measure of infinity. Do not
hold on, but release the butterfly in your hand........
Love insures against all loss, This is the truth of being and seeing.
love
eric.
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