ONG and the Magic Thing

Ooooooh, the road is ong (meant to be 'long' but I will keep that mis-type) the river is wide, who will I be on the other side~ I try to be true, but what can I do ~ when I keep getting pulled by the tide.

I try to be true, but what can I do ~ when I keep getting pulled by the tide...... nice little lyrics, a little counryish/love/folkie song I wrote last year. Questions!! I try! What can I do? I keep getting pulled, this and way and that, this passion, that failure, this desire, that fear! Oh, all the directions, a rip current spinning me/us until we are exhausted......

How about......I AM true, I KNOW what to do, I USE the force of the tides, of cycles, of strength, creativity. Instead of asking, asking, asking so many questions......maybe just listen. Hum, listen to the sound resounding inside your head. Where else do your feel it? Stop humming, feel the buzz of the silence. That buzzy silence is a pretty spectacular sort of place...full of all the answers to the questions your never thought of asking. The truth, the juicy stuff beyond the ceiling you've put over your head. Mmmmmmm, can you imagine?

Okay, so "the road is ONG" ......what we accidentally write can tell us immeasurable things.

ONG ~ Creator  "The universe is in a constant state of ONG. You are constantly being created,  moment to moment, as is the universe"

So, I guess the road IS ong........

Ooooooh, Power of Love ~

   Contemplating on the nature of the love yesterday, the pure force of it and how it drives each and every one of us in some way or another, I was brought back to a conversation I had several months ago with a friend. We were discussing relationships and what it means to truly and deeply be in a relationship with a partner. Devotion, commitment, love....what is it really?

   The more text book-y he got the more organic and cosmic I got ~ the gap widened. We agreed on some and disagreed on many things.

   Then I said, "Well, what about love?"
   He said, "Only fools talk about love. Only fools actually believe in love."

 Oooooooh, a deep truth ~for me, became clear

   "Bullshit!" I said. And in was in that moment that I knew without a doubt that the deepest truth of my existence on this earth is to love. To love Wildly and Out of Bounds. To love through fear....and through it, and through it again. To love in spite of and because of all the bullshit in the world. To love because there is so much in our world worthy of it. I am a lover and the well is deep, my friends.

   Only fools talk about love? Only fools Don't talk about love!

  I am a Lover
  And this wind
  Has blown
  Me so far
  Soooo far
  From my home
  That I was able
  To see
  To see my own
  Beating heart
  Like the earth
  From the moon
  And I could see
  It's storms
  It's calm waters
  It's bottomless deep well
  Of wonder
  Of love
  Of great joy