My response to this was not what one might expect. In our new age environment we might think this old story of falling in love only represents the ego’s encounter of love rather than the liberation of rising in love.
Yet as I really listened and felt into what this man was saying I became aware of the experiential dimension. In the experience of love we move to a place of no boundaries—where we leave our so called fixed footings and encounter a dimension of our self and reality that departs from any static or definable point. This could indeed be described as a sensation of falling.
For me it is a state of endless expansion within the wholeness of a unified state and being an interactive continuum all in the same instant.
However, for most of humanity, love is a sentiment, an act, an event, a relationship or a series of these. And it is a story that requires certain conditions. This is understandable considering that the way we encounter love is in the direct play of events. This dependence on conditions is a limitation, a misplaced perception—like seeing a well as the ocean, simply because we may draw water from it . And if we mistakenly think the well is the source of our water then of course we will get attached to that well! And if the well falls apart and caves in, we will cry and say we have lost our water.
In the same way, humanity mistakenly identifies the act, the body, the marriage as the source of love. It is why people think they are in love one day and they are not the next. Love is considered to be mostly an elusive thing that we can never capture or rely on. And that is because of our belief in a fundamental illusion—that love comes and goes, and that when we finally have it, it will only depart again.
People are afraid to feel love because they are confusing it with the impermanent events of life. And ironically, without the impermanence of the play of life’s events, we would not experience the expressions of love—we would not delight in our lover’s touch, in our beloved’s song, in the adoration of life’s beauty. Without impermanence there is no rarity or surprise.
Love itself is not temporal, not impermanent. Love is the constant quality of the deep conscious Self. It is the vital power, the moving energy and the stillness behind the moving fabric of life. It is the essence and quality of the unified field—the all intelligent source from which and in which all of life moves. It is the deep peace, the calm, the state of the whole conscious Self. It is the embraced as it is the embracing of the Self in and as life.
And it is when we are open enough to see and feel from this state within us that we feel love. In this state we are not divided from our object of affection and we encounter the profound fullness of knowing that oneness in its endless nature whilst encountering it through the state of the witness: Self meeting Self. Self feeling Self. It is because of the play of the appearance of a duality (two ‘separate’ bodies) that the One Self—the unified field—can actually experience itSelf, the love that it is.
When we awaken again to what love truly is—the deeper state and reality of our true conscious Self, the constant eternal essence of life; we also awaken to the freedom and beauty of the ephemeral dance of the world. We no longer see endings, but constant renewals. We see the endless rhythm, the coming and going of life’s form. Its affections and events reflect the mystery that transmits life’s profound beauty. We see that all of this is occurring in the constant endless field of life which is love. We know that all these fluctuations are never outside of love—they are all held in love. Love itself never ceases.
And it is because a rose blooms in the morning and fades at night that we can celebrate its beauty. It is because a child is born and a man dies that we feel the endless rhythm of life’s eternal symphony. Without the appearance of objects and events coming and going we do not experience the wonder, the newness, the discovery of life’s endless possibilities. And that is what we are in love with—not the fixed object. We are in love with life’s continuous transient play. If it remained the same we would die of boredom. In fact, if life did remain the same it would cease. And, if love were the actual event then love would die. Yet every poet has cried with the beauty of love’s endless power. Even my friend, who described feeling love as falling, was pointing to the same thing. In the state of falling there is no landing—there is no end!
And yet we can fear that the falling will never end. We fear something our mind cannot measure or hold onto. We no longer have a secure reference. And ironically we also fear that when we do land, it is going to really hurt! Yet when we actually let go, and surrender our fixed ideas and cease clutching to a secure reference or identity we encounter a state of wholeness in that endlessness. We encounter true love as the open state it is; a state in which we embrace our infinite being, that which cannot be measured. It is the state of letting in, where we allow our self to fully experience our Self as being. And in that being is the vast overflowing of indescribable bliss…
We usually spend so much time and energy protecting our fears because we think we are going to lose something, when actually we are being given endless opportunities to regain our true state of love: the wholeness, liberation and dance of life that we are.
So maybe you could ask yourself what could be the worst possible thing to happen to you if you were to fully let go and surrender to the falling – let into the opening? And what could be the best possible thing to happen to you if you were to fully let go and surrender to the falling − let into the opening?
For it is only a false idea that can keep the story of fear alive. When we realign with the source —the state of our Self as love, we realise we never left it. We realise that it can never be taken away from and that it is so complete it needs no other thing to be added unto it. We then realise that the ephemeral world is the rhythm of love—life’s very own heart beat sending its waves through the eternal ocean of existence. Like the waves that come and go on the ocean, the expressions of love rise and fall yet the source in which they dance remains whole and neverending. Love is eternal.
Originally published in InnerSelf Newspaper © 2007 Isira Sananda All rights reserved