Be Love

Take away your life's work.  Take away where you live.  Take away those classes, those teachers, those hallowed institutions which bestow more letters to your name. Take away all that you would have others believe you are.  Take off the martyrdom of scars from the past. Take away all the decorations and accolades and the masks.  Especially the masks! Deceit, lies, charades that inflict deep scars on others not to mention your own soul, off with their heads!   Keep the mirror, the sky, the trees, the sunlight, the blades of grass and bending flowers, the ocean's scent on the fierce stormy gales, the cawing of mid-day blackbirds as they watch you play your game.  Keep the heart, the love, the light, the knowing I Am.  Cease trying to convince all of your goodness, your rightness, your purity, your enlightenment.  Strip down to the essence of what is.  Cease the talk of noble poets and writers crowned. Speak your own words. Crown your own soul. Discover and Be. Donning exotic attire makes you no more spiritual than your quoted unoriginal musings. Shake your finger at yourself and then laugh. Laugh at the joke you play on yourself. Love that you can. When you are secure in this, your need for garnishments falls away. And the highest honor of being is Love. Not looking like Love, not talking about Love, not anything but being Love. Love requires no adornments, no titles, no gurus, no piousity or trappings. Love can only fill your soul when you are empty of all her imitators.  Love. Love One Another.  You can only live it when you have done what it costs to Be Love.