Love

Out of a strong sense of unity comes a strong sense of love. For what is love else but the recognition of our own true nature. Isn’t love the sacred connection between us all. Are we not all bathed in love from the moment the sun kindles us with light until the day we lay our poor bodies to rest in the warmth of the earth?

Are you able to recognize love it all its crude and subtle ways? Does your hearth sing with the morning birds and jump with joy on a midnight rave?

Can you smell the herbs of the ground and the fresh sleet of after rain awakenings?

Love is everywhere and in every creature. It is our essential nature. Love is the binding force, the recognition of wholeness. For we are all one in the end. We are all but beautifully expression of the same reality. The same cosmos, the same consciousness. Love all.

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“Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.”

— Walt Whitman

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