Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.
How many times can one hit the “receive message” button?
Simply to be disappointed over and over again,
No message is coming in any more.
How long can one stare at the same wall?
Hoping that one day, one final future moment,
The look of it might feel different.
How often can one check Skype?
Only to realize, that even if he is online,
There’ll be no call.
How disappointed can one get?
Still believing, if only I gave him one more chance,
He might have been my prince.
How many times will I hit the “receive message” button?
Only to have the appearing of nothingness
Remind me, that it’s really over.
How many raindrops do I need to count?
Before they finally start washing away
The memory of all the pain,
13. November 2012 / München, Germany