Twin soul love

Let’s look at a heart’s love with no object for its love to love ~

Let’s look at a friendship, a friendship with no prior history, and with one who shares similar perspectives. Here we step away from the familiar territory of Me and You, because the friendship I am looking at is completely new for me in one major respect.

The care and concern shown by my friend is unusual in that it is high on the scale of unconditional. As such, I cannot assume the qualities of this uniquely delicate and precious relationship are in any sense fixed or given.

I am become sensitive to the fact that my friend has no engagement with my personality, my turbidities, nor with my expressed opinions. I can see that any and all my words coming from my side of the conversation will affect the structure and fabric of our friendship. I realise that, in our conversations, I must tread with the same humility, awareness and anticipated excitement as I would when I enter a woodland about to awake to a springtime dawn chorus!

The maintenance of such a close, but not necessarily contiguous, relationship is of the order of a continually earned renewed privilege.

Friendly casual acquaintance, on the other hand, can be entered into like a ball game – with the energy of playfulness, which can include and accept the give and take of rough and tumble.

Relations with another, which are underpinned by a tacit unconditional mutual respect and the courage of curiosity, require a willing and continuing journey of study in self-awareness, self-acceptance, and self-love.

In the tranquillity of such rarified and respectful interchanges, the resulting arrival at any sort of unconditional outlook means that the ‘hunter-killer’ element, or to use a less dramatic word, the element of self-interest is melted into insignificance.

Only join with another whose outlook has formed with such similarities to one’s own, and the relationship is potentially primed for depth, rather than brilliance, and shared explorations of peace, instead of irrational fear that might lead to conflict.

More welcome even than these shared explorations in depth, come the human warmths generated by a growing sense of mutual acceptance and security.

When I can assume I can go share a thought, or a few words, in full knowledge that I am taken seriously, with respect, and without any knee-jerk criticism, this is the time my mind and heart can drop all socially conditioned defences, and I know without the need to analyse that I am welcomed into a place of safety.

Here in such mutual equality is the potential for discovery of a vast wealth of low-level, undramatic shared experiences and mutual appreciation, where fulfillment is remarkable for its absence of competition or conflict.

In brief, I am describing a relationship of the human heart to love for which it has no object for its love to love.

This is the entrancing enchantment of being in love’s presence EveryNow

❌ The unregarded power between rejection and acceptance πŸ•ŠοΈ

πŸ•ŠοΈ The unregarded power between rejection and acceptance ❌

When I accept a friend’s smile, I am all at once with my friend. I cannot recall anything of the moment prior to the infusion into my being of the smile.

I so am overtaken by the oscillating wave of friendship immediately upon recognition of the smile, that there is no need to analyse or rationalise the small deep joy of this human connection. It is just joy.

In fact, I never do stand aside to look at this process. And I may not be able to, because it is a trigger at a primitive level of our gregarious collective human nature.

And yet something does exist between the seeing and the surrender to the seen.

It may only be the smallest glimpse of something. And it shines clear and pure and true.

The quality of the purity and human truth present in a transaction of simple friendship is of the same order as is striven for throughout human history and which is sung and celebrated and held in the greatest esteem by thinkers and artists, sages and leaders, from the furthest reaches of recorded time.

If I do understand any of it at all, I feel it is a reflection of primal power of the life force itself that I have witnessed in the smile shared between my friend and I.

E.E.Cummings, in this poem, makes contact with this primal power with the delicacy, as it feels to me, of the wingbeats of some vaporous cosmic butterfly …

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile