Imagine the first bursts of Light as it streamed through creation on a fiat and life in its varied meaning took on form, substance and colour. Life as we have come to know it pulsated through the creation and what came to be known as mankind lay rested at the extreme as a fluffy germ of life pulsing with promise but quiet. Imagine the streams of love that washed all over creation, the thousands of millions of the hues of the Light energizing and reactivating all that carried life, a promise of it and the fulfillment of such a promise. Consciousness was and still is a latent possibility. Eternity was born and immortality became a possibility for all that carried life. The conformation of that happened.. Love in all its roseate majesty is!
Love, a state of being. Love is. Could you describe it? Could you hold it? Could you give it form and rationale? Like a rose it tantalizes you and demands unceasingly as it shows you how to give unceasingly. Do you dare understand the many strands and colours? Could you serve? We tend to think of the attributes of it as the weak submissive one that says yes to every single request! The ones that came by love through the by way of religion insult its intelligence that the Almighty must propitiate them before they can deign to serve 'their creator'. At their peril, they forget that Love's first daughter was/is Eternity! She can wait.
When a tiny creature slips forth into our creation called forth by our longing to achieve immortality, our love is simple and profound at the same time. We watch in wonder as we watch the tiny fingers, the tiny features, helpless and we assume trusting us that we shall do right by it? We are ready and willing at the time to bring ourself to do everything to ensure that the child has everything it needs. Our love is simple and profound! A sense of gratitude to whatever faith we profess makes us humble and joyful. This is a gift, a treasure! All our hopes becomes embedded in the child. We look into the future, as the child becomes the crystal ball through which we can spy the future. Life has a meaning.
We look into the eyes of the child, and we suddenly make pledges to be all we can be for the child. It is the first time we say to ourselves through our spirit that 'yes we can!' Raise a child, give the child all we can. Do you remember as you promised? We all did. Then we also made some silent assumptions that the child will be a source of joy to us, a source of pride. We looked forward to sunset of colours of achievement. The green of service, the brown of study, the pulsing red of valour and courage, the purple hues of nobility and integrity. We did. We had said Yes to all these.
But wait, did we forget something? Was the child really truly and completely ours to do as we willed? Could we own a human spirit truly and completely? How come the child suddenly has a different opinion? Wherefore this rebellion we now espy in the child? Something ineffably his has broken forth! We reluctantly give it a name. Free will. What a come down from the heights of deciding for the child. We had decided the food, school, clothes and all that. Had given the right inoculations and protection for safety, in fact assured ourselves of own immortality by lending the child our name! How did we plan on taking the name back anyway?
Love is simple and profound as we painfully step aside, offer service that may be rejected. Love is simple and eternal as we anxiously watch as the former child now an adult takes its faltering steps in picking his own compass, putting aside our own carefully prepared compass that we had handed over. Love helps us understand when we watch for the first heartbreak and toss on the bed as we listen to the heart rending sobs in the night! We could not have an antidote for that. The heart needs to grow too just like the body grew.
Love helps us to offer the supper scarce enough when the child calls to say, he has lost his job again! Love teaches to make the most painful step to ask a child who stopped growing that he must leave the nest even when you know he must spend the night under the bridge! You agonize, you know he has become too big to fit into your heart, but you make room all the same! You do all these and much more, because you see, those light years ago when you left the light beach as a germ and came into matter, PERFECT LOVE, gave you same opportunities and has been just as anxious for your safe return!