all which matters is love. we have this way of making anything else we seek as important, as vital, as necessary - and it is not. the moment of feeling love, either through love, loving, or being loved, or a piece of art which moves our hearts to sing, or a long lost friend whose eyes light up when we meet, or the moment our pet sees us at the door, or the touch of one we have an undeniable connection with....or the doing of that thing which no one understands as we stand in the aloneness of joy in the act......THEN one other soul sees it too, feels it too, gets it - and love is felt. the holy connector. Love fills our hearts, our heart centers sing with the vibration of love - of which cannot be manufactured, nor bought, or stolen. Love is unto itself the gift of the heavens, the indescribable gift of life which gives of itself. and there is not one soul, not one soul - who is not in search, in yearning, in wanting of this unearthly thing called love. this invisible, cannot be seen, can only be felt thing - is what drives us to do anything we do - somehow believing that on a particular path, we shall stumble upon IT and then we will be happy. anything less than the real thing never lives long - anything less than the real love - the one which opens our hearts in joy and causes us to light up like a bright beam of sparkling Isness - will momentarily lack luster and in a fleeting breath is gone, non existent. If it is our Spirit, our humanness, our heart itself - no matter - there is this undeniable drive from the depths of ourselves to find it - and when we do, when our heart sings weather through prayer or touch, through an act of art or a moment of beauty; stay with it as long as you can and give thanks for that utter moment, ask it to plant its roots in your soul and grow more of it, lead you to more if it, expand more it in your experience - share it and let it become who you are.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 09:15:09 +0000
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