If LOVE were a gentle hand petting a misty morning meadow, as she strolled Sunday Morn casually through the valley on her way to the little church in the glen to pray and I the tall grass damp with kisses of the night greeting the day, I would wait ever patiently for her careless caress, and from my blades would fall the dewy, dawn wet, like tears of joy, falling, blessing Mother Earth with my bliss from her touch, if LOVE were a gentle hand petting the meadow on her way to the little church in the glen to pray.
“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.” ~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a
listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all
of which have the potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo Buscaglia
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!” ~ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Every time the fear and the pain and suffering born of it becomes too real, find your reflection in the looking glass or upon the surface of mirrored lake and remind yourself; this is illusion and only LOVE is real…
“When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you see the real you, or what you have been conditioned to believe is you? The two are so, so different. One is an infinite consciousness capable of being and creating whatever it chooses, the other is an illusion imprisoned by its own perceived and programmed limitations.” ~ David Icke
She sat on the hill overlooking her beloved Golden Gate, watching the lights of the city by the bay sparkling through the foggy darkness and then she looked up and out into night’s farthest reaches the stars shining farther than her eyes ability to see and she thought; as beautiful as the city she had come to call her mortal home these many years was, nothing could compare to the sublime awe inspiring wonder of her true home, the home of her soul the endless infinite.
For once a being has remembered their true self as LOVE and Infinity, there is no putting that Genie back in the bottle of the finite shell of the mind and body. All man’s childlike manifestations and machinations now seeming like nothing, but ever so fragile castles built in their tiny make believe boxes of sand.
No, for her there was no returning to the confinement of the confused ego thinking of the illusion of man, not when she had an eternity in LOVE in which to seek out, in every moment, every aspect creation’s divine glorious grandeur. Yes, this was indeed forever her true home, she knew this because this is where and only where she felt no longer alone…
“Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
The being complete in the absoluteness of LOVE has remembered how to be content in the moment and wants for nothing, especially not time. For to be truly in the moment takes no time, as being in the moment means there is no past or future, only the divine perfect now in which to be joyous and grateful for the experience of life in LOVE one is…
“The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.” ~ Franz Kafka
“The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it. (21)” ~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
Life’s eternal song, sung as LOVE in harmony, springs forth effortlessly from stillness and silence in unison with the choir of infinite creation, while the song sung in discord with LOVE (fear) hides in struggle, it is chaotic and screaming unable to find life’s rhythm, to hear life’s melody above its own dissonant cacophony. The latter would describe perfectly the din of the opus of man…
“Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds. Men live the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which they never enter, and with their hands on the door-latch they die outside.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
“The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.” ~ Carl Sagan
As she sat in her lush garden surrounded and connected to life in all its abundance it came to her the three keys to awakening to being your true spirit self, free from the deceptions and delusions of fleshy ego are; first you must allow yourself to remember that LOVE is you, then you must have unwavering faith that LOVE is you and lastly you must leap fearlessly into Infinity, the endless unknown leaving behind all that you once believed yourself to be, in order then to be the LOVE that is you…
“As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.” ~ Anthony de Mello
To experience LOVE at its most pure foundational level, is to be in harmony with LOVE, to be in perpetual gratitude for LOVE; it is to be devoid of want, removed from existing in the imagined state of dueling dualities of what LOVE is and isn’t; it is to be in eternal bliss not the fleeting fantasies of ecstasy or despair; it is to choose always on this infinite journey the middle path, the path of the moment; rather than the many forks that are LOVE experienced only in most minute fragments along the way, with the past and future littered like breadcrumbs to guide back to the way, the only way that is real.
“You wake from dreams of doom and–for a moment–you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love’s calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.” ~ Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings