The Flowering of Love

What I call my personal journey is the accumulated suffering, learning, and meaning-making that come in a lifetime. But why should I think of it as my journey only? If I am ‘part of’ a community, a species, a life-force, then what was distilled in my journey belongs not just to me, but that larger something as well. It’s like being one tiny picture in the much bigger picture of a photomosaic. Finding meaning is not about individual me, making sense of things on my terms, it’s about noticing how I fit into the various bigger pictures of which I am a part.

The biggest of these big pictures is the journey of love, love on its pilgrimage of soul-forming and universe-consummation. Love on a mission. Suffering is not my personal bad luck or bad karma, it is what happens when love does not reach into all the nooks and crannies of our beings. Suffering shows us how far the tide of love has yet to reach. If humanity is not just a concept but an entity with a living heart, then we are the atoms of its body, each with a role to fulfill. If the toes are hurting, the ears will sooner or later hear about it, because in the end the one great thing that all of us must follow, and that we cannot allow to be impeded, is the flow and the flowering of love.