Love’s Vast Territory
I read the book, but the self it was meant to help (“How to Be Your Own Best Friend”) had too many judgments against it. Judgments I’ve broken my heart against, which made me lose faith in my essence.
I couldn’t find, make, imagine, live in my own territory. Kept going along with the ideas of others, unsure of my own, or not sure how to say them so they made sense. They never made sense and I always felt fragile, like a yolk with no shell. The soul needs a form, the body needs someone who believes in it and I was taught early on, the body is not trustworthy. The body will betray you. The body will never be free, and you are a slave to all its suffering. Silence = death yet I could not speak. Could not say what was wrong. Nothing was right.
After all these years, my body trusts me and tells me its secrets. Way back when, I failed to understand “The Book of Love” (always a voracious reader) but it’s clear to me now that love can be badly wounded, yet refuse to die. The heart heals its ulcerations with the same element which confounded it.
Living in that harmony, that peace, united, is the Love which you’ve been longing for. Follow the path of beauty, and discover your own territory.
LBM 11/18/2022
