JOHN MCINTOSH
I speak to you of Love … oh no, NOT that love that ‘demands’ something in return – that love of needs and ‘have-to’s’ so common in relationships. That is a frail imposter of the Love of which I speak.
NO … this Love ‘is’ Love. IT is all encompassing, all pervasive without boundaries – complete in every way and without needs of any kind. It lives in everything seen and not seen from the microcosm to the macrocosm.
It cannot be described although the longing to do so persists. IT lives ‘IN’ All That Is – ‘AS’ All That Is. IT is the very ‘essence’ of ALL that most call reality and yet infinitely beyond that flimsy definition.
Each breath is a moment of Love. IT sustains the fleeting moments of each dream … thought into existence, and when the moment and the dream are gone the Love remains – silently waiting to be reborn into another passing phantom of experience that Love may ‘Know’ IT SELF.
There is nothing that is NOT Love, no matter its appearance. The mind cannot fathom such an idea … so many dark specters it sees within these dreaming moments. And yet, the Love is there … hidden within the shadows of wild and terrifying imaginings. It is the mind that twists beauty into the beasts of dreaming.
Love remains as IT is – pristine, silent, still, beauty – beyond sublime or anything the mind can conceive of. This is Who YOU Are – this Love, this Beauty, this ONE SELF within which all that seems to be appears and plays for a brief season, then melts back into the ocean of IT SELF, into the ONE Empty Nothing-ness of infinite potential.
-image by Solveig Larsen
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