We are the experience of consciousness for consciousness, of LOVE for LOVE, as in truth there is no I, no me, no we — except as an expression, a creation of consciousness, of LOVE, that is the remembering I, me, we must hold in always in conscious awareness — I, me, we are the painting not the painter, the sculpture not the sculptor, the song not the songwriter, the player not the playwright — honor the source, be colorful, be still, sing out, act well…

just LOVE…
“There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellowmaxresdefault


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