I recently re-read the poem below by Courtney Walsh and was again comforted by the shared quality of human-ness. Too often we get lost in our human-ness: our thoughts, our physicality, our internal critic. We forget how truly awesome it is that we are, in the words of Stephan Rechtschaffe, conscious of our consciousness. It is this extra “something” that allows us the exhilarating, albeit complex, freedom to be understood by other humans and to connect to the present moment.
And yet, our human-ness is temporary. It is a means for the universe to express and experience joy as “spiritual beings having a human experience.” (Pierre Teilhard de Chardin)
Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love.
Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love.
Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.