Love & Peru

I wish to speak of love.



Who am I to write about love?



How could love ever be written about?

I wish to speak of love.

And I wish to speak of it not because I know, but because love is the entirety of me, it is what I am made of; it is what makes sense to me. I wish to speak of it; it is the air I breathe; the reason I am breathing.



“There is nothing but love. But even love is nothing.”



These are the words I have heard so clearly a few years ago, when I decided to clean up the garbage in my consciousness. Love is undeniable, but I am not to grasp onto it. There is no need to hold onto anything, since it is the whole of the whole, it can’t be grasped; it is so expansive that it has to be experienced entirely and fully. Focusing on any fragment of it, is just a fragment, if we hang onto that fragment as our knowledge of love, it is just like the blind person thinking the trunk being the elephant.



Love is never fragmented, it can’t be documented or described, we can only experience and remember. If we attempt to hang onto love, it slips away like sweet smoke. A lingering sweetness, yet empty ultimately. Even this will pass, everything we call love, when focused in its fragmented state, will ultimately pass. Divine love always is, always has been and will be; yet it can’t be compartmentalized and spoken of.



Only experienced.



And I experienced that in its fullest glory in Peru.



Sometimes I feel I can never begin to share my experiences in Peru, because to begin, I would have to start telling you about my whole life, or even more than one life. I would have to tell you everything I have learned and experienced about love, and even of the things I haven’t learned but just knew. Peru to me is not a shape or an occupation of space in the map of the world, I have never been there as a tourist. Peru to me is the thread that connects deeply with my heart and the heart of the land, the heart of all people there. This love flows both ways, and it has always been flowing.



But I must share with you my experience of Peru, because of her, because of her people; I am fully myself, with all my insufficiencies, with all my love and fears. Within her embrace, I am protected and whole, because I know who I am and I am now not afraid to live and be it.



We are in truth one heart, one love. We are in truth never separated. And to move forward, we have to do it as one. In service, I invite you to step into the sacred land of Peru, in experience and remembrance of who you truly are. When one remembers, we all do.

愛與秘魯

我想說的是愛。

我憑啥去說愛？

愛，能用嘴巴說、用文字寫的嗎？

我希望去說愛，不是因為我懂，而是因為愛就是我的完全。愛，把我創造；愛是我呼吸的原因。

數年前，當我決意清理我意識裡的垃圾時，我清楚地聽見這句說話: 「除了愛，沒有其他。但愛，其實也是沒有。」

愛，不能被否定，但也無法被抓著。愛是完整中的完整，無限又豈能被抓得到，留得住？專注於任何一部份，看見的再並非完整。愛，只能完整地去感受與經歷。若抓緊愛的一部份誤以為是愛，就像盲人摸象，認為象鼻就是大象。

完整的愛難以記錄或描述，我們只能經歷其感動和憶溯這感動的源頭。執著於抓緊愛的零碎，愛便會像輕煙般溜走。氣味纏綿，但無法留著。一切東西於非完整的狀態也終會消逝。完整的愛現在是，從來是，一直亦是，但它卻無法被分隔地談論。只能去經歷。

而於秘魯，我徹底熱烈地經歷了它。

有時我認為無法啟齒分享我跟秘魯的經歷。因一旦開始，我會要從頭說一遍我的生命，甚至多於一段生命。我會要跟你說我於愛裡一切的經歷與學習，甚至所有對於愛從來沒有學卻懂的道理。秘魯，從來不是一個地圖上的形狀或地理上所佔的空間。我也從沒有是她的遊客。

秘魯是一條把我心連著她土地與人民的心的線。愛在連線的兩端循環流動。從來也在流動。

因此，我必須跟你分享我與秘魯的經歷。因為她，因為她的人民，我得以完整。在她的懷抱裡，我得到保護，而不再

害怕去活出真我。事實上，我們是一心，一愛。事實上，我們從不分離。而只有同步同心，世界才能前進。因此，我希望邀請你一戈走進入神聖的秘魯，於經歷與感動回憶我們心的根源。因為當一人憶起，萬人同步。