You knocked but I couldn’t let you in yet.
I was experiencing the taste of love unified
I’d come from nothing, just an urge to be
All the way to this feeling, Love
I was in the space between the leaves as they rustled
I was the wind that blew through her hair
I was her relief and also her breath
As she danced in my divinity, I danced too.
I wasn’t ready yet to let Love go.
But it was time.
You knocked.
You drew me back from my immersion
Into the visceral
Into remembering
Ananda, Spanda, All of it, Everything, I am
You whispered your musings to me and told me it was your turn
You told me it’d be different
My urge to be had created this
My longing to feel
You knocked again, and this time came in
Terror, Love’s sister.
Here to sing your song
A Love Song for Creation
Your song being part of the totality of this Great Truth
Equal in right to be here now.
The other side of Love.
But Different.
You were to come in as Love was being hanged
You caught her at the end of her gasped and strangled exhale
And held on
And as she passed you entered into the world through the hearts of each person who watched their Mother be hanged.
It was a new day
A dark day
A day the people were told not to grieve
While this was supposed to be your birthday
It became the day you were exiled.
The day you were rejected
The day the map disappeared.
The people did not mourn the lost of Love
They never felt their feelings
They buried them
And as a result
Another emotion was born
This was the day Hate came
The people hated what they felt
They hated Terror
They hated you
Instead, of feeling you Terror, they cast you away
They never realized what they felt
That, that Hate was for the one who took Love from them
I tell you this story now to share the way I saw it
Terror, you are part of Love.
There can be no love without you.
You are strong in your purpose
You make people feel.
You wake people up.
What happened on that day I was hanged
The pendulum swung fast and far
And the hearts of the people got stuck halfway through their pain
There was no grieving.
There was no being held.
The process of evoking you was not fully completed
The knowledge and map that comes from traversing through you, Terror was never experienced.
I tell this story today, so that the people
Can welcome you once again, Terror
On their knees
Just as they revere and pray for Love
So that they may release Hate
And come full circle
Back to their Mother