Love Slam. Refuge Montra. I Am Alive With Love to Give

An echo, a ripple of love intertwining/entangled in the fabric of creation. Stitched skin soul deep, threaded through veins and arteries, around apendages and organs. Set in tune with the thud thud of the heart beat, the thud thud of foot steps. An extension of something heavenly yet so present on earth. Kingdom here and now.

The things unseen and the things staring you right in the face. Hope hoping in the darkness creating spasms of sound and color vibrating in and out of despair shattering loss and loneliness. Justice like mighty rivers rushing, majestic mountains standing centuries solid and constant.

This is our montra (taking refuge under). To let love be loving, hope hoping, justice breaking down doors and setting so many captives free. Free at last. We are free to be free at last. Giving words like gifts wrapped in shiny packages, paragraphs and pages of healing opened at the point of no return, the moment of greatest need. Fighting with peace, beating weapons into plows. Feeding the poor, the poor in spirit.

Don't you remember those deficiencies? Yellow eyes, shaky hands, shattered heart... I am alone and darkness is my only light, death my only life. And then like so many good and pure things I was found. I was discovered like the burst of light through the cracks of a door. Community communing around me, covering me with something like truth. What is the truth but that we all need to know how beautiful we really are, how people with something true in them see us.

And so I will turn around cupping, holding armfuls of love to give. Love to give. Give to love. I will shove the dark and ugly aside with the force of shattering windows, busted down walls. I will love.