As we are coming to the close of Book 2 of the Red Book we enter into the nature of Love. How to BE in love. How to BE in the world. How to hold both the seething life of ferment and the life of eternity. How to begin to take on our innate form, our destiny - NOT the hero.
Bear our own burden. In between us can be Love, we can be penetrated by Love. Relationship, not ownership. “Give me out of your fullness, not your longing.”
The answer, the inscription on the Crown,
“Love never ends.”
What comes to mind for me is that
there is not goal, no endpoint, no Nirvana or Enlightenment as in something to attain.
But more like what has been happening throughout the Red Book, the way of being that entails not knowing, not deciding (origin of decide - to cut off, deciding cut’s off everything but what is decided on), the way of magic, not interpreting, not putting in a box, not ending the exploration, not ending the getting to know something or someone.
Hanging in between the Depths and the Upper Worlds.
Between heavenly and earthly Love.
It makes me think of the tarot card The Hanged Man, that I have always thought of as Surrender.