Still in the Closet

Arafat and Sharon sitting in a tree,
K---I----S----S----I----N----Gee.

A couple weeks ago I had a vision of Arafat and Sharon in warm embrace. I was surprised-I hadn't thought of it before. Then today I saw them kissing in a tree. Maybe they are lovers, still in the closet, trying to convince the world that they are not... and so they pose as national leaders in a life or death struggle.

Being in the closet is such a good analogy to how we act toward one another. As if we are lovers through and through but don't want anyone to know. We live according to spoken and unspoken convention telling us what we can and cannot do. as if something would become of us and our world if the magnitude or our love were known. And yet at the most basic level we are so intimate as to comprise one being, one love.

Can you imagine a world that gave itself permission to express its love, one to another, freely and openly. We wouldn't be reading books, watching movies, and talking about love, or its lack-we'd be living it.

I know, I'm way too simplistic. All that struggle and posturing we've done can't go to waste. We accepted the assignment. We are separate, individuated beings. Not everyone likes us and we don't like everyone. We have struggles we have to overcome, heartaches we are supposed to endure, and lessons to learn. We can't just skip it all and just love each other when we feel like it. Sure, we are made of love but we can't just act like it. I'm being sarcastic.

And to some degree that's true. If we planted a nice juicy kiss on someone's cheek, who knows what they might do. Seems though when we are tuned in and present we can express our love appropriately, even wildly. Just having that vision of Arafat and Sharon kissing tells me we are getting looser and looser about love. Maybe it is a sign that we are further out of the closet than it looks.