“Remember those times in your life when you knew there was more. You were a part of everything, with no beginning and no end. Maybe you were in the park one lazy afternoon. And, as you lay there stretched out on the grass a butterfly came along and landed on a wrinkle in your jeans and at that precise moment you realized that butterfly had a secret you knew once, long, long ago. La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la, la, la.”
I Had A Dream. The song. From Living Love and Loving Life. The play. Lee Broom. 1981.
When Love is Conditional it isn’t Love.
Do you say Attaboy or Wow?
Do you say “good job” of “Thank you”?
Do you give a pat on the shoulder when someone gives you a hug?
Do you say “Not a problem” or “Thank you “, as a way of accepting a compliment?
Do you fold your arms when people talk about feelings?
There is always an answer to why we say that, do that, think that. Those answers are conditions. When Love is conditional it is not Love. So what is it?
Think about this. How do you feel when you are helping someone?
What do you call that feeling you get when you calm a child in emotional pain?
Where did that feeling come from? If everything we do is conditional and the feeling that we have at certain times appears to be Love, then where do we get it?
When I get a stream of consciousness that results in a poem, a painting or an orgasm I am certain that these are gifts. Where did they come from?
What do you think? What do you believe?
I asked those questions of the man who stood before me, arms folded, glaring at me… the man in the mirror…the man with the furrowed brow.