Love Hard
How do we live in the now?
How do we suck all the marrow out of the present?
How do we release from the past and future?
By loving it hard.
By loving hard
We welcome all
We embrace all
We thrive on all feeling
On feeling all
The joyous and jubilant parts
And the crushingly painful parts.
We love hard by enjoying others
With all their flare
With all their quirks and ticks
With all their magnificence and glory.
We thrive on the rich nectar of the present flowering
With this passionate pouring into.
We fuel on the fantastic beauty of the radical affirmation of what is
By our devoted ardor.
We love hard by suckling at grace’s impartial, nonjudgmental
Cascading flow of milky, pulpy life.
We feed and grow on the dalliance of the fleeting,
yet indelible
now.
We love hard by going all in
Again and again.
Even after losing
Again and again.
This is how we win
Again and again.
We love hard by cherishing and relishing in
The little occurrences
The grand happenstances
The mundane of the middle.
We love hard by risking
And stepping into the fullness
Of possibility.
We love hard by putting ourselves
Deeply
Into the vulnerability of freedom
The vulnerability of loss
The vulnerability of awakening.
We love hard
Because intimacy is our deepest connection
With others
With source
With life
With death
And resurrection.
We love hard by learning to fly without wings
By soaring too high
By swooping too low
And navigating the turbulence even during a straight path.
We love hard by riding the wild emotional pendulum with
Fantastic highs and crummy lows
Crossing paths, on occasion, with the stoics
Who’ve mitigated a safe middle passage.
We love hard by igniting the flames of passion
By stoking the fire
Basking in the brilliance of too much
By allowing them to smolder
And crave for more.
We love hard by bursting on the scene
Fully ready for triumphant glory
And dastardly defeat.
We love hard by baring all
For all to see
For all to feel
Even if all is only one.
We love hard because we choose to radiate
Because we choose to experience
Because we choose to feel.
We love hard when the stakes are high
And not at all.
We love hard because we know the stakes
And take them anyway.
We love hard because we can.
Because why not?
Because there is everything to lose
And everything to gain.
Loving hard is that choice
That presents itself
Again and again
Over and over.
Loving hard
Is laughing loudly
Is crying intensely
Is holding tightly
Is letting go swiftly.
It’s full throttle
At breakneck,
Godspeed.
It’s all encompassing
To smithereens.
Loving hard...
Let’s roll.
