At every instant from all sides resounds the call of Love: We are going to the sky, who wants to come with us?
*Rumi
Possibly, you will never see these musings. This is to end, possibly this last musing, now. We see, we shall see. This word, then, keeps coming to mind - "icon." I have an icon, and this a famous one, from Russia and long before we met. An icon of the Holy Trinity, that image of relating, communion, togetherness-in-movement. In the West, that Latin Church, the moving-image became Father and Son in communion through the mediating Holy Spirit - and what is that Spirit? Love they said, and say. Love making even the inter-communion within the Source-of-All possible. Then, in the Greek East, that Orthodox fellowship, the word for the "dancing" used for that same One-in-Three. Joyful image, that inter-communion as a dancing of three equal, though not same - not same, as with the Latin. This Trinity intimates the mystery of all Communion, and that created through you and me.
So, I see, we an icon, I for you, you for me. As with icons, through which the Reality, the Movement, is seen and received, you icon-ing for and with me. We have received each other. Prayer, silent, is this Movement. We are Prayer. Two solitudes have met, one Altar then seen.
I have looked, through you, to before you, and I see with and without eyes. Did not Jesus say, "Before Abraham was, I am"? And you are, and always is. There has been, then, this icon-ing for each other, and we beyond our separateness, which must be in this human disguise: together one icon-of-Grace, of-Presence, of-Life. Love is and is holding us and us in communion together - Love before our separateness, again bringing us together. In each other, we have come Home, and keep returning, as Jesus said, also, "You are in the world, but you are not of it." If we were more than in it, we could not enjoy this reunion-ing, this return-ing; Home is Home, for two icons, and one, for we here do not belong, but are. We are together, and one is belongs to us and through us. Even in our apartness and the veil of these bodies, temples, through which the Light dawns untouched by time, we are free of death. We are temples, one for the other, we are one Adoration, praising through the eyes, from the Heart that draws us more deeply into the silent Mystery nothing but pure Love can adore and penetrate. This is Holy, I need say no more. Thank You.
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Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
