The Power of Love

The Power of Love
Many of you are aware that Cory’s passing is a homicide investigation. The sequence of events suggests that he was robbed in front of the Houston Public Library in the wee hours of the morning. Because the surveillance videos at the library were not operational, there are three minutes of time unaccounted for when “the person of interest” and Cory entered into that space. We cannot confirm if he was assaulted at that time because there were no witnesses and the “person of interest” has not been found. When I heard of the homicide investigation, I can only tell you that I was gifted with both complete acceptance of Cory’s death AND compassion and forgiveness for the “person of interest”. I decided early on that I had no room in my heart for hate, bitterness, unforgiveness. The result was an overwhelming freedom and expansiveness that is really hard to express fully in words. I have no desire for “justice”. Karma has a way of exacting justice. It’s not my deal at all. And I really don’t desire for ANYONE to be caught up in the system we call “justice”. I would like to one day eventually meet this person who interacted with my son because I want him to know that I forgive him completely. Maybe I will have that opportunity and maybe I won’t. It doesn’t really matter. Yet, the space in front of the library calls me. It is there that I have met and continue to meet numerous homeless people who are now my friends.

Yesterday, I visited that space trying to connect with a homeless friend. I felt led to walk around the poles in the center of the plaza. I tried to picture a struggle to get Cory’s backpack and a possible impact against the poles. As I walked around each pole, I was drawn to a spot where the blue paint had peeled off the concrete. It was in the perfect shape of a heart. I was immediately reminded of a dream Cory shared while living homeless in San Diego in 2010: “This reminds me of a vivid dream I had during my retreat to Black Mountain two days ago in which a playful friend embraced me in jest only to morph into a grotesque fanged flesh-hungry demon, head pressed against my neck. His skin was fair and his eyes marked with wisdom, but his facial features protruded in ridges that revealed the violent movements that were his purpose. In that instant there was no fear, and I reached out and caressed his face and neck- for as a friend I enjoyed his company- but as a mortal enemy- I could only deeply love.” Truly there is POWER in unconditional love.