In Love We Disappear

"We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear."
— Leonard Cohen, "Boogie Street"

Love is not always a narrowing. Sometimes it is the end of the enclosure.

The Lovers is often mistaken for romance alone, when in fact it speaks more deeply of recognition: the moment something in us meets something beyond us and says yes. Temperance does not restrain that recognition. It widens it — slowly, with patience, until what seemed separate begins to reveal itself as continuous.

This is not a meditation on possession. Not on longing as hunger. Not on desire that wants to keep. It is about the larger love — the kind that arrives as awe. Love for what breathes. Love for what flowers and decays. Love for the fact that anything lives at all. A love that does not make you larger, but more accurately placed within the immensity of things.

Let yourself be here as one living thing among other living things.

This meditation is about the love that does not possess — only recognizes. Through breath, stillness, and attention, it places you gently among the living.

You may stay.

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