When I first wrote "The Love That Changes Everything", it sat in a notebook for a while, barely legible, unfinished. It was a call to the Universe. It was not that I wanted to be loved, or feel loved, but I wanted to feel love.
Being the object of someone's loving can be sweet, fun, embarrassing, tricky.. always changing. But when I have felt love channeling through me, to someone else, I thought, that's when I am most truly alive! That's what this poem was calling in. I wanted to be a lover again. I felt empty without it. It didn't even have to be requited, I thought. I just want to feel it again before I die.
After I met my beloved, I found the unfinished poem, added some lines to 'finish' it, and sent it in a message. It was an expression of how I wanted to dive in deeply, and love without holding back anything.
Today, after reading a talk by Osho, called Sadness as Meditation (I'll post it next time), I returned to my poem and added more. Maybe it's finished now..
The Love that Changes Everything.
I want the Love that changes everything.
I am afraid, but Fear, you are now welcome in my living room.
I used to be scared of you, and tried to keep you out.
I didn’t want to sit and tremble with you.
But now I invite you: Come and tremble with Me!
Sadness, you come in too.
Let me wrap my arms around you like a long-lost friend.
Sit with Me and talk: Whatever you want to prattle on about is fine.
I too have been a prattler for years.
Anger, you are also my honoured guest.
You sometimes dance all night, waking my neighbours with the din.
But I will never tell you to be quiet.
Oh, Beloved, by the way,
If we wake you up, my guests and I,
Please know that it is because
I want the Love that changes everything.
The love that keeps me happy
Has been a false friend,
And conspired with the love that keeps me safe
To hide my heart away from me.
And I was held a prisoner
Of the love that hates change.
Beloved,
Come to me!
For I know who my true friends are now,
And together with them,
I want the Love that changes everything.
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