It does not matter what you have done or what you failed to do, the temple is still open to you.  There are no conditions placed upon your entry.  Divine love is always accessible.  Perfection is not required in order to enter the place where all is perfect.  Nothing need happen first.

Three days ago, I had a waking dream.  I saw the Grand Canyon and all its layers.  Each layer represented a romantic encounter, a relationship, a soul connection.  I was looking at a living record of the past.  A voice said, “It has always been perfect.”  The layers also represent the layers within a single person.  In one layer of smooth sandstone, I find compassion and warmth.  In another, I find humor and playfulness.  In yet another layer, hard as granite, an inability to forgive.  Some layers flow, and some are unyielding.  They are all layers within the same person.  I see the granite, and I see the sandstone.  I see them now, I see them as they were, and I see them as they will be.  All together, perfect.

This was my third dream of the Grand Canyon in three years.  Every spring, a vision of the Grand Canyon seems to pass into my awareness.  In my first dream in the spring of 2008, I saw the words “water love” followed by an image of the canyon.  Water love is patient, persistent, and gentle.  Yet, over time it alters the face of the earth.  The water will carve through even the hardest granite.

In my second dream in the spring of 2009, I was an eagle perched on the edge of the canyon, and I saw the title of an imaginary poem by Rumi that said, “flight is my art.”

Now, I am looking back at relationships that have ended, and like the layers in the canyon, they are still present.  They are written in the body of the earth.  We search for the perfect partner as though each new layer will completely bury the one before it, but the heart is a composite of all the layers, and when the heart is open, you see them all.  You can still touch them.  You can run your hands along their undulating cross sections, revealed and moistened by water love.

At the bottom of the canyon, where water love has opened all of time, grass and flowers spring forth, and sediment from all the layers runs together and enters the current.

This is where you find the temple.

There is a flower deep within the feminine soul that opens rain or shine and welcomes the weary traveler regardless of his past.  The petals are made of light; they are stronger than steel and softer than a warm river current.  Anything that touches them is engulfed by divine love.

There is a place within the masculine soul that deeply honors Mother Earth even when she quakes and breaks apart and swallows him up.  He holds her in a space of reverence and makes his offering: his very self.

The sacred feminine heart remains eternally open, because nothing harms it.  The sacred masculine heart longs for the flower that never closes and the petals that will embrace him just as he is.

Enter the temple just as you are.  The doors are open even now.