Endless Fathoms of Gorgeous Mystery

The choice to live life in the direction of love is like a tiny stream inside us. It’s barely noticeable at times, finding the best way to trickle between the dirt and pebbles. It ducks under leaves and roots while it slowly, almost imperceptibly builds in strength, carefully honoring the banks of our hearts and the tributaries of the lives of others. It looks for the path of least resistance, driven by the gravity of our souls and the deeper ground of our being.

Over time, it carves paths, every bit as painful as they are elegant, ever more powerfully coursing across our lives with a force that is all at once destructive and creative…making and unmaking us over and over again. Love becomes a river that shifts our very landscapes, rendering us unrecognizable to ourselves as we ride its currents wider into unknown territory. That once tiny trickle, is now a pulverizing and transcending torrent, tumbling us toward a convergence that was impossible to imagine from such small beginnings.

The truth is that deciding to love will take you farther than you can come back from. It will reinvent you countless times, killing your ego in the process. It will show you who you truly are, and if you give it enough time, it will teach you to love and honor who you truly are. Then, the sky is the limit. Then, the trickle of love joins the ocean, where neither you or I are discernible apart from the fact that we are adrift in an endless fathom of gorgeous mystery together, not falling in love with each other (because in love there is no other), but falling together into love itself, utterly transformed, never to return.