Alchemy

The Sacred Art of Conscious Love

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

(Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet)

Let this offering be read with devotion,

with Alvaro Santamaría “Te Amaré”

playing softly in the background:

Those of us who share

good chemistry

are love scientists.

We act and react

to electric impulses,

scent,

and timing.

A mysterious

movement

of bodies

exuding

desire.

Chemistry has its own intelligence,

pulling us toward one another,

shaking us awake,

making our bodies listen

before our minds are capable of understanding

what has happened to us.

Then there are those of us

fortunate enough

to experience the alchemy,

as initiates into the art of love.

Not reacting to energy,

but learning to transform it.

Exploring new ways of loving,

new ways of staying,

new ways of seeing

within ourselves and within the beloved

through the mirror of devotion.

Creating and sharing love,

without consuming it.

Serving love,

not seeking it.

Chemistry is the spark.

Alchemy is the fire we learn to tend.

Chemistry loves out of necessity.

Alchemy loves by choice.

When chemistry tells us:

“I need you

because you

make me feel alive.”

Alchemy whispers,

“I choose us

to be love.”

Chemistry is

immediate,

intoxicating,

dazzling.

The thrill,

the pull,

the butterflies

the fever.

The beautiful

disturbance

of attraction,

appetite,

fantasy,

and projection.

Lingering on the surface:

appearances,

projections,

and the sound of that voice.

Alchemy patiently waits

as long as required,

even lifetimes,

until what is within

is revealed.

Fed by a craving to know

what lives underneath the surface.

Asking:

What kind of soul

is standing before us?

What wounds

are being touched?

What patterns

are repeating?

What future

is being invited in?

Chemistry lives from the past,

craving for what was,

creating fantasies

out from our imagination

and most profound desires.

Alchemy does not look to the past,

honouring the memory of what was,

living in the here and now,

focused on what love is and may become.

Chemistry happens.

Alchemy builds itself.

Everyone is looking for chemistry,

for the one who shakes the ground,

quickens the breath,

awakens the hunger,

and makes the world feel charged again.

Few find the alchemy

that brings us to the one

who feels like a return,

a home remembered by the soul,

where the heart can peacefully rest.

The calm ember

that does not need to consume

in order to be powerful.

Chemistry

attracts

and distracts.

Alchemy

gathers

and deepens.

Chemistry separates

through fantasies,

roles,

comparisons,

and the endless seductions of the ego.

Keeping us circling the surface of desire,

looking for the next confirmation

that we are wanted,

special,

alive.

The desire of love

is to give.

The desire of lust

is to get.

Alchemy asks

for something

more courageous:

Meeting the other,

not as an object of desire,

but as a sacred mirror.

Meeting love

not as possession,

but as initiation.

Loving her

before and after,

still discovering

who she is.

Loving us

before and after,

still discovering

who we are.

Leaving her,

letting her free,

being authentic,

separate vehicles,

of the same unique love,

each unfurling its own wings,

and still,

both choosing

to fly beside another,

flying each other

back home.

This is our sacred bond.

The blessed union of our two souls

willing to become whole

through love.

The conciliation of opposites

sun and moon,

wild and tender,

sovereign and surrendered.

Alchemy bringing together

what chemistry divides,

teaching us that love

is not only a feeling,

that love is a practice,

a path,

a purification,

a devotion,

a way of being.

Love is the place

where we transmute our fears,

to rise and be transformed.

Love is where our ego is asked to bow

before a sovereign being of love and light.

While chemistry fades once

there is nothing deeper to feed it.

Alchemy is birthed

through time,

with truth,

in authenticity,

playing,

repairing,

and the willingness

to keep choosing

consciousness

over reaction

to keep choosing

love,

over love,

over love,

ever

and ever

forever

again,

as it was at the beginning,

as it is here and now,

and as it shall always be.

It is born every time we stop asking:

“What can I get from this love?”

and begin asking,

“What can this love awaken in me?”

Chemistry alone

exhausts the body

forever chasing,

with intensity,

always fearful

of losing the sensation.

Alchemy caresses us from within,

soothing without making us passive,

transforming without making us disappear,

teaching us how to turn fear into tenderness,

insecurity into honesty,

control into trust,

and longing into devotion.

To love alchemically is to stop looking

for the person who excites our chemistry.

It requires becoming the person

who can hold the sacred fire of love,

understanding that the beloved

is not here to save us from ourselves,

but to meet us where we are true,

stopping to worship the spark

to begin honoring the everlasting ember.

Let us be devoted to the soul.

Let us transform

our fears

and shortcomings

into love,

maturity,

beauty,

and evolution.

Let us choose alchemy

and become artists of love.

Let me always remember

that I am here for you.

Let me always remind you

that I shall always love you

through my deeds,

with my eyes, without words.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is