The specific forms that love take in our lives arise and pass in time,
for this is the way of form. Time is the great dissolver.
But love itself is that which never comes and goes.
We never know what form love will choose to take in the future,
for there is no love in the future. Love is only now.
But it can take a cleansing of perception to see through the veil,
behind the scenes where love is always at work…
giving birth to one of its forms, one of its children,
while recycling and dissolving another.
If we become too fused with a specific form we believe
we need love to take—a particular person or way
of finding purpose and meaning—our heart will inevitably
break when love obliterates that form for something new,
which it always will. This shattering is the great gift of form,
evidence not of error and mistake,
but of wholeness and profound compassion.
This dissolution and reorganization is a special kind of grace
that the conventional mind struggles to know.
But the heart knows. The body knows.
Matt Licata
from A Healing Space
with thanks the beauty we love
photo Peter Bowers