Lovers Incantation
An experiential reflection on the Lovers archetype.
Let gravity and the Earth cradle your body. Arriving. What do you notice here? Your legs or back against a chair. The temperature of the air. Your swirling thoughts calming. Your breath. The breath of others. Your beating heart. The heart beats of others. Imagine the sound of our collective thrum beating. One into many symphonies.
Bring your awareness into your body. And now reach outward into the space around you. Return in. Reach out. Return in. Reach out. Can you feel that this is the dance we are always playing in? Praying in? Here we are, you and I. Ourselves and others. Not one but two. Not two but many. We have stepped into the differentiated soul of light and dark inward, and the relative world of self and other, outward. What qualities abound in this multiplicity?
So many forms of light and dark within us, a reflection of the eternal made into pieces. We know this beauty and sorrow both– that the whole of us wants to lick the tears shed at the sight of low flying hawks in dappled sun. But this is just a little taste, before devouring us. With one head, we gently lick our wounds. And eat our tails with the other. We must know this separation before returning. In this separation we are Lovers.
Reach out and feel your awareness of any beautiful Others around you. Our fracturing is the birthplace of true love. Return in, reach out. If you want to know where to find the seeds of rich union, look to where your body’s borders meet the Earth’s sweet air, and watch your reverent recognition bloom.
Can you feel the longing that emerged in the very first crack of the Splitting? Can you feel movement toward the union of disparate parts within and without? This union will come. This union is coming. But for now, can we take rapture in the courting? Can we be showered in awe by the Others– a lover's hand on our cheek, the delicate wing of a newly emerged moth, the creative project that stirs us into wild expression? Can you feel the magnetizing pull that compels you toward mirrored twins of your own sacred fire? In what forms will you choose to look back at yourself? What forms will you choose, with eyes alight in the joy of knowing another? Maybe you can feel them coming, in the layered whispers of rushing creeks. We choose this love as a practice. Here we are. You and I, peering into this separateness. We must know this separation before returning. In this separation we are Lovers.