Love of Life

 

Once we surrender our mind to God completely,

He takes care of us in every way.

~Neem Karoli Baba

In a world fracturing our attention,

scattering our energy,
Our time does not require more action,

but a deeper presence.

Inhabiting this moment fully,

is stepping into the sacred now.

The mythic heart of our self,

where we don’t chase meaning,

we become it,

by simply being.

Presence is not merely

being here and now.

It is the conscious occupation,

of space and time,

with all that we were,

we are, and

will ever be.

Our body,

our mind,

our soul,

our nous,

our spirit,

our breath,

our heart,

our guts,

our bones,

our veins,

our cells,

our vibration,

our dreams,

our spirit,

our imagination,

our seed,

our waters,

our womb,

our fears,

our divinity,

and our grief.

This is the mythical moment,

when the hero stops running,

and turns to face the dragon.

It is Arjuna dropping his bow before Krishna,

not in defeat,

but recognizing that:

to act without presence is to miss the soul of the act.

To be present

is to allow love to arise.

Not as sentiment,

but as awareness in motion.

It is the soil

from which all other qualities sprout:

commitment,

laughter,

compassion,

love,

wisdom.

If presence is the doorway,

embodiment is the passage.

The myths teach us

that the divine is not elsewhere,

it is within ourselves.

Embodiment

is the union

of mind and spirit,

contained with flesh and bones,

where we don’t just believe in love,

we let love be,

we experience love,

we become love,

we breathe love,

we live love,

we are love.

To embody passion,

is to let fire pulse through your actions.

To embody wisdom,

is to let silence inform your speech.

To embody bliss,

is to let joy ripple through your spine, even in sorrow.

To embody fraternity,

is to show up, for your kin and kindred,

again and again and again.

The embodied life,

is honest, not free from pain and sorrow.

The embodied life,

is rooted in truth.

The sacred doesn’t hover above us,

but dances within our laughter,

rests in our tears,

and sings in our togetherness.

In many creation myths,

the cosmos is not built,

it is sung.

Harmony is not the absence of dissonance,

but the art of weaving difference,

into a greater whole.

To harmonize,

love and commitment,

is to turn fleeting emotion,

into sacred vow.

To harmonize,

passion and wisdom,

is to become fire that warms,

not burns.

To harmonize,

laughter and understanding,

is to hold that paradox in your chest,

and smile anyway.

To harmonize,

compassion and presence,

is to become a mirror clear, still,

and fiercely alive.

This harmonization is not a final state

it is an ongoing mythic rhythm,

a dance between our many parts.

The Trickster and the Sage,

the Lover and the Mystic,

the Warrior and the Healer,

find their place

in the symphony of a whole humanity,

being, without doing anything.

We do not walk this path alone.

Every myth reminds us

that while facing its shadows in solitude,

the hero's journey is woven in company of:

guides,

lovers,

friends,

challenges,

supporters,

fellows,

companions,

brothers,

sisters,

kindred spirits.

We need fraternity,

not as an escape from ourselves,

but as a return to the field,

where we recognize ourselves,

in the eyes of another.

True company,

kindles understanding,

not through agreement,

but through shared wonder.

In its presence,

we laugh,

we grieve,

we remember:

the ancient magic of being seen and held without condition.

What if your presence was the blessing?

What if your body was the temple?

What if your harmonization was the myth the world needs now?

Let us remember:

we are not here to perfect ourselves.

We are here to become whole:

by being, without doing anything,

through passion and peace,

through love and fire,

through magic and humility,

through honesty and dedication,

through fluidity and grace,

through discernment and impeccability.

The journey is not linear.

It ascends in spirals.

Do not chase the flow.

Be still and let it find you.

With each step,

taken in presence,

each truth,

embodied,

each note,

harmonized,

we become,

not just tellers of myth,

but the myth itself,

wandering,

breathing,

loving ourselves,

loving the inner and outer world,

loving all our relations,

loving what is and what is not,

loving it all, and nothing at all,

until we are all:

conscious,

whole,

and free.

by MY HaySar at themyths.org on August 2, 2025