Love Letters: Love Like Rain

Love isn’t something to believe or disbelieve,

it’s something you can try to turn away from

or that you can lie down in and be submerged by.

You can close your eyes and try to disbelieve the sky,

but the blue will remain shimmering

as the subtle backdrop of your

mind-field nonetheless.

There are those who see reality differently.

Perhaps for them there is no sky or no air or no blueness,

only fire or darkness or sounds

instead of sights.

We couldn’t convince such people that there really is a sky

or that it really does welcome us and open itself to us and guide us.

They will not see this any more than you or I could be convinced

that rain falls from the ground

or rivers run up hills

The truth is what we know.

What we know may be a distortion or abstraction from what the world says it knows.

Knowledge also has deeper levels.

How deeply did you know your love when your dear friend died, when your beloved little dog passed, or when your mother smiled for the last time before she closed her eyes to dwell upon the sky within?

There’s knowing and there’s knowing.

We all know the sky is blue,

and we all know that love is the deepest truth.

But some are color blind and can only know grey.

To them I say, “Here’s a flower,” and, “Look at the sky and here’s a hug and a kiss,” and, “I love you.”

Even if you can not feel it.

This love is who I am and it is open above you and for you and to you.

Like the sky.

The rain of my love falls downward,

even if down is up and grey is all that you feel.