A THREAD OF LIGHT VII.
And what is love? To be human
is to allow It to pierce
you with
Its tender arrows,
though you
feel certain you will
die.
Only we don’t die. We live
more vividly. Life without Love
is like a streambed
through
which no water runs,
like a
house without a clock
that
chimes the hours so
musically
that you wait eagerly
for the
next one. Or like an afternoon
sitting on the bank of a
small
river without sun to
intensify
the green of grasses and
mosses,
to lift the warm brown
of the
sand, patient between
the black
hulks of rocks, into
view.
Connections that stay also
change.
They begin in the unlikeliest
way,
persist against a lifetime of
odds,
then keep transforming
themselves
and us. The point is: we’re hooked.
There’s no way we will let go
if we’re honest with ourselves.
That’s all that is asked, but
it’s
non-negotiable. You see, if we
deny what we feel, it turns
ugly,
and sooner or later our souls
die.
Acting on what we feel isn’t
required, though it helps if we
can find a reasonable, mutually
agreed upon channel where
feelings may safely move and
not undo us. Putting the fire
in a fennel stalk is only a
temporary solution. Mutual
work for the sake of others
works well. The fire has to be
delivered. Use it to wake
people up. What else are our
lives for except to give away
everything we’ve learned? Make
every single suffering step
count.
Then die happy.
Judy Hogan
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