hearts, flowers and connectivity

What creates connection? Is it physical proximity, desire, language? Are we are already inherently connected, or do we exist as separate entities, unknowable except in pieces and moments? How does our unique experience of relationships affect our perception of connection, and our need?

I believe connection is easy, and we avoid it out of fear, as a finger avoids an open flame. The pain of being open to others is like no other crucible I know, but the pain of closing off is far greater, stifling love and growth by murdering potential.

In studying tantric theory I've learned that the process of opening is a gradual one. One does not leap into the flames unprepared, or immolation ensues. As we mount the ladder to more open connection with the divine in each other, we take each rung in its place. To mount above the lower rungs -- past fear, past sex -- requires courage, heart and clarity. No one has these instantly; compassion is essential.

I expect mastery from no one, but compassion, cultivated like a garden in the heart, will draw me to the fiercest flame and hold me there.