Blog 47 – 6.10.15

If you are reading this no matter how well you think you know me or how little you may think I know you, this much is true. This is my love letter to you.

That’s right to you, specifically and personally. David, you say, you are full of it. Maybe so, but if you are talking about love you are even more correct. The Word says, “In him we live and move and have our being.” And elsewhere that he is Love. I am not only in love with you but I am, we are, love. Talk about your love fest well this is, we are, it.

We have been taught limiting beliefs all our lives and by buying into them we have limited our lives, our loves. One of the most beautiful lines about Big Love I ever read was a verse found scrawled on an insane asylum wall. It was later turned into a song that I learned to sing in church as a boy. It goes:

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And we’re the skies of parchment made
We’re every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.

Oh, my, who wouldn’t want to be loved like that? But we are and not only that. We also have it in us to love like that. In his great simplification of all the multitude of rules into two Jesus said:

•     Love God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength,
and
•     Love your neighbor as you love yourself.

Oddly enough there is not one word in the above two rules to live by about joining a church or any other group or party or fighting with any other group or party and yet history since Jesus first uttered those words has been just as full of bloody conflicts if not more so than it was before he gave us those two wonderful rules to live by. We are always being told, “Don’t do this.” The list of don’t(s) is seemingly endless. Jesus gave us but two Do(s). They are Love and Love.

Jesus was not the only one who brought this love letter from the Universe, God, Heaven. It is written in every leaf, every drop of rain. In Love we live and move and have our being. I love you, for sentimental reasons as the song says. I have told several of my loved ones that whatever words I choose what I mean is always the same. “I love you.”

I have attached an original poem to this piece (Oh, No, not a sappy poem) – well you be the judge of that. Sometimes I think in rhymes, so sue me.

WHAT’S DONE IN DREAMS

By David White

We are often unaware

Of our subconscious intentions to fail

Or that by our own negative self-talk

We make our life a virtual hell.

This world IS what we make it.

We’ve no one else to blame.

The hero and villain of our story

Wear the same name.

“We have discovered the enemy

And it is us.”

But we can learn to love our enemy

And in his innate goodness trust.

This is your dream you made it

And if that at first sounds a bit strange

Remember what’s done in dreams can be undone

For dreamers have the power their dreams to change.

Your Fellow Traveler, Lover, and Dreamer,
David White