art has a way of snaking into our consciousness and the ability to communicate viscerally what other situations cannotnot.
So fabulous when I look up at the night sky and realize we/I are all an expression of that energetic force in that moment when time began. That there is nothing that is not that and yet we/I also have a separateness a certain aloneness of consciousness that reflects on this. That steps out of the universe of now to reflect on experience.
“Possibly the only fear greater than death is love, real love. Finding out that you do love, that this is your nature, is the beginning of the end for everything in you that thinks it is separate. When you get upset with people, it’s really because the love is there and you don’t want it to be…
True love has nothing to do with liking someone, agreeing with him or her,or being compatible. It is a love of unity, a love of seeing God wearing all the masks and recognizing itself in all of them. Without it, truth becomes an abstraction that is sort of cool and analytical, and that is not the real Truth. The Truth exposes itself in the willingness to open to this intimate connectedness with everything.” Adyashanti