Walking with the wild beast of love

(confession) Sometimes I swell with Love. 

It flows up from inside of me like a well that has been tapped.  I feel inside like those miners must have felt when they discovered oil.  

This love flows up and out in a gush almost unstoppable.  Tears drip down my face. My mind begins to look around for something to place this love upon. Do I love the trees?  Do I love that tree? Do I love my dog, Lilo?  Do I love Mike?  If someone stands nearby, they become the unknowing recipient of the love wave and I pour the overflow onto them.  

It is like this secret love monster lives inside me. When this monster is sleeping, all is quiet. But when it wakes, there is total love chaos inside me. I can see the beast from “beauty and the beast” in my imagination. This is the love beast inside of me. Able to destroy, and able to play sweetly as well.

I could try to tame this monster. Teach her to sit obediently until I call. But I believe I would be going against loves’ nature.

Love is independent. It is free and rebellious. It is wise and fun-loving. It is also energetic and alive. Living in concert with this love monster means allowing it to roam freely. Allowing it to wake up and take me over completely.  Allowing it to flood my senses erasing the world around me for a few minutes.

I wonder…

Is this what we are all mastering, how to walk together with this wild beast of love?