how and why we live
to love
A while back, a startling wisdom came to mind. I didn’t come up with it. It just appeared.
It came fully formed and gruff, an old man with phlegm in his throat and not too much life to spare on silliness.
It said, make peace with all this good and bad. Then, throw away every judgment you wear like armor and be naked.
Naked stood out to me. For years, I worked on a draft of a book I wanted to call Naked. Then I saw on Amazon that David Sedaris published a book called Naked and I decided to throw Naked away too.
Maybe it was the old man who revisited me or maybe it was his softer sister, equally old and efficient. Either way, I discovered my definition of naked had become unconditional love. And it was the treasure unearthed and reburied in the field, worthy of all our fortune to protect and cherish.
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Here's love. And if the word startles you, then hear it with the ears that listen to a stumbling brook. Trace the water to the spring. The source. This is how and why we live.
—megan doyle, from common ground: love poems for friends & strangers
Nothing I bring from this small self pretending to know things will ever make peace. All the fruit eaten of that old knowledge tree just gives a lot of indigestion. But the source of the tree— like the primordial garden that grew it— is peace. And so am I, when I let myself be nothing more than love.
Thank you, friends, for listening carefully to love. It’s who you are. May it define your purpose.
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