Love in Amsterdam

Feeling cut-open grateful to have shared a workshop on Love & Conscious relationship to a full house. I am constantly amazed at Love, in the most ordinary boy-meets-girl sense, and its power to bring anyone, no matter how tough or proud, weeping at the foot of the mountain of their own longing and joy.

Everybody wants love, nobody likes pain. There, the complete beauty and simplicity of being a human being. And how swiftly the invitation comes, by the flash of a glance or the flick of some hair, for us to dive headlong, in the most fiery and bittersweet parts of our existence, in search of, well, ourselves...

In this day and age where everything is asap, where we guard our individuality so carefully, behind our identities and screens... Love still smashes right through us, easily, making us beggars and idiots. We are broken-hearted in love. Broken hearted out of love. Longing for another, or longing just to be able to feel our own heart open and alive throughout the day.

We can talk to people about infinite peace, joy, the end of stress, and, truly, it appeals to like 0.001% of people... but as soon as romantic Love strikes, suddenly dedicating ourselves to Beyond-the-Personal becomes the only thing which makes sense.

And while Love itself is literally absolutely the most simple thing, I love the details of every twist and turn we make in manipulating each other in love. We will play out every single unmet wound with our beloved, in the most intricate dance with their own shadows. One moment, trapped in the darkest, most suffocating web of isolation, and the next second, broken open together, melted by the light of love... and again... and again...

For as long as there are consciousnesses, of whatever kind, there will be romance...