Devotion

Devotion.
What is devotion?

To me it means to be all, give all, to be completely whole heartedly invested in the sacred dance of Love with whatever life brings. It is to be utterly undone by any tragically selfish rights we believe we may have to assert our will, our way or our own petty ego drama. It means to comply with the wishes of love itself. And what of that Love? What is that? To undeterringly, humbly, and openly, give in to that which requires our attention and service. It means to be bigger in heart that our minds can fathom. It means to be more generous of spirit that our beliefs can believe or rationally permit. To extend one's energy will full grace, trust and reverence to the cause that Devotion asks of us.

If I am devoted to my own life, to my cause and my being, then let me bow and be expanded, uplifted by the spirit in me that wants to fly. For all things are equal in the eyes of love. No one is greater or more deserving than another, but let my devotion be true to what begs to be devoted upon. This great blessing, this opportune moment in time and space where existence manifests and unfolds like a blossom for me to embrace and hold beloved, let this be my pilgrimage of devotion. Let my words be filled with the word of devotion. Let my actions be for the sake of devotion's own ends: to be utterly sacrificed upon the slate of Love's purpose. 

Love calls me to give forward (forgive) all that I am and be the generated by the voice of devotion's intent. The sacrifice is sublime, for I am nothing without love; But a hollow aching shell striving to survive for my own driving ego's sake: A mind without a heart; A thinker without feeling; A woman without purpose. 

It is Life's devotion that pumps blood through these tubes and veins, life's devotion that ceaselessly stirs me, wakes me, moves these bones and makes me ride again another day to find the One who has devoted all and everything to me, so that I may exist. 

Devotion is both lover and beloved, the dreamer and the dream, the giver and the receiver. I am all that. Let devotion be my master, teacher, ultimate ruler of my life. I will play the devotee, and be enwrapped, enfurled and embraced by devotion's devotion for me. Life has made more than a commitment of love to me. Can I honour the gift and make more than a commitment of love to myself? Can I be the devotee to my own grace given gift of living? 
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Yes. I can. What higher service is there? What greater cause?