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Lions Roar : September 2011
SHAMBHALA SUN SEPTEMBER 2011 29 Question: Why is it like this? Teacher: It is for your benefit, honored one. WHEN LOVE STRIKES, it fills us with an inner glow that everyone can see. We skip through the day humming old Beatles songs, smitten by the swish of a dress, the smile of a bus driver, the old couple holding hands at the light, and the shine on the hulls of upside-down canoes at the dock. Love also wakes us from sleep and does not let us rest; it makes us tear out our hair and run screaming into the night as if attacked by unseen assailants. Love is an enlightenment story available to everyone, and that story includes being attacked by demons as well as being showered with roses. If we widen our gaze, in love, we discover what we like about ourselves and how we want to live our lives. The first time I kissed a girl, her green eyes filled my view, sunlight bounced from the river and off the undersides of leaves; it glowed on the sweat from our skin, mingling quietly; with my arms around her, my wrists resting on the strings of her bikini, she was a bird with angular shoulder blades, my hands hardly dared to close on her skin, and when we kissed we both began to tremble involuntarily. That was pretty much it for our relationship and the next day, when I bought her a Coke and she said “I like Pepsi,” a fatal rift appeared. Our brief meeting provided me with guidance, though. On behalf of that kiss, I was ready to indulge anything, Falling in Love Let Me Count the Ways It was his first kiss, a moment when no one was running the show and no calculations were being made. In so many ways, says JOHN TARRANT, love is like enlightenment. It teaches us how to live down a level, to follow instructions that come from deep inside. PHOTOBYLIZAMATTHEWSROSE:©JERRY813/DREAMSTIME.COM