Love You Are...

Love you are...and to love you shall return. Just imagine those words, and how great and all encompassing and uniting they are. Maybe we have gotten it all wrong focusing on dust. Maybe we've been looking at it in a backward way.

For me, being has become so much more than what my religious schooling taught me. Oh, I was given a framework to contain my trials and my struggles, somewhat of a place for properly scaled down hopes and dreams. I was pointed to my physical body, composed of elements from the periodic table, told how exquisite yet finite it was, and left with that very ship to sail the sea of life.

Oh, yes...I was also given the hope that when my body finally deteriorated, I might have put an escape clause into effect, and an other worldly force might pull me up to heaven, where I really could live happily ever after, that is my soul, or some other non-physical component of me. The message that I got most strongly, however, was the one that was reinforced each Ash Wednesday...that my essence to begin with was ashes, or dust, and after a life in which I got to make a few moves, I returned to dust.

Rebel that I am...I have come to know otherwise. I did not begin my existence when I was born, nor will it I end it when someone intones 'ashes to ashes...and dust to dust.' I am so many billions of times more than that. I am as big as it gets, unbounded by time and space as we experience it on this planet. The me that I experience in this body is only a tiny bit of the me that is unlimited, the me that is Love. And that me, the Grand I Am is right up there with the God that is, one with Him/Her and all the others that Are, including you. You might call that unthinkably large idea Love.

Love I am...and to Love I shall return.