Gamble Everything for Love

aka …the painting that remembers

For me, life is only as rich and fulfilling.
as my willingness to be brave enough.
to live in the remembering that
nothing I’ve ever tried to cling onto satisfies.
Love is a wild swan dive into the unknown
And Love is the only thing worth living for at all.

For me, this is not a painting.
It is a threshold and a wake up call.
A dare written across the cosmos in color,
a living whisper that says:
All in, if I want to live a life
worth living.

Each streak of turquoise is lightning through the veins of my soul
the moment it decides to do the only thing worth doing…
Trade in control and risk aliveness.
Each heart rising through violet storm
is a prayer from someone who gambled everything and lost what the ego told them would keep them safe and happy
Only two wake up empty-handed with open arms
happier, and more whole than they ever imagined possible.

For me, these waves are not brushstrokes —
they are motion, risk, surrender,
the ecstasy and terror of becoming real.
Here lives the agony and ecstasy of feeling everything
Opens to the rapture of recognizing that they not opposites but lovers,
making love with pure light
No longer afraid of anything hiding in the dark.

I cannot begin to tell you the number of times I’ve just stood in front of this painting and listened…

It refuses to flatter my desire for comfort.
It only asks what part of me is still holding back.
Still unwilling to burn in the fire of truth.
It asks if really ready to let die
every half-assed, half hearted, toe-“dipping excuse of love
And dive in, Barenaked, at first,
Leaving everything I know behind.

Because true love asks everything of me that is not love.
And yet, to gamble everything for love
is to gamble nothing at all—
for what is left behind was never life anyway.

So let my heart be that brave.
Let this canvas burn through my excuses.
Let its colors pull me beyond my fear of majesty.

Here, is where I remember that in half-heartedness I cannot breathe.
Here, courage and tenderness become the same flame.
Here, I am invited to remember
that majesty is not reached — it is revealed