In LOVE our souls have always been
In LOVE our souls will always be
Such is the absoluteness of LOVE…
Beginning-less, endless, boundless;
Our soul’s true nature
Measured and defined in space only by Infinity
Measured and defined in time only by eternity…
“It is paradoxical, yet true, to say, that the more we know, the more ignorant we become in the absolute sense, for it is only through enlightenment that we become conscious of our limitations. Precisely one of the most gratifying results of intellectual evolution is the continuous opening up of new and greater prospects.” ~ Nikola Tesla
I would rather be sick from feeling overwhelmed by LOVE; LOVE sick, than sick from feeling no LOVE at all; LOVE lack…
Aren’t we tired of being sick from our imagined shortage of that which is infinitely abundant?
“Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself…” ~ Mevlana Rumi
Apart, in fear, there is nothing we can do
Together, in LOVE, there is nothing we can’t BE…
“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
Like seeking peace, there is no way to LOVE; like peace, LOVE is the way…
BE the way, BE peace, BE LOVE
“God always takes the simplest way.” ~ Albert Einstein
The individual ego in fear experiences life as only lonely; while the individual soul in LOVE experiences life as only one.
That is why in our crowd of seven billion fearful clamoring Is, I could not feel more alone and isolated; while alone in nature’s quiet LOVE, I could not feel more whole and embraced.
Ego makes all experience absolutely vulgar:
LOVE makes all experience absolutely moral…
“Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
The more in LOVE you remember the truth of what you are, the more the veils, the barriers of the illusion fall and the less and less the machinations and manipulations of mankind’s narcissistic self delusions matter. Until you experience them as just shimmering nightmarish static of the not real, the not present intention, the absence of all but pathological feeling; white noise in the background of God’s symphony of rejoicing Angels…
“From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe