08-18-2012, 03:22 PM
You espouse many inspiring points steeped in wisdom and offer key devotional insight into the mechanism and faculty of love and how it sustains all else through being the moving catalyst, empowering force, cleansing illuminator, gear and fruit of the brunt of experience through being.
There is no act which is not done from a foundation of level, regardless if the act itself conveys no discernible level of love within it either on the surface or in the immediate intent behind said act. None would pursue any hobby or endeavor were there no semblance of love for the particular deed pursued. Gardens would not flourish, music would not echo from wherever it is being made, words would not be written, nor would any be trapped in a perpetual process of thought, discovery, integration and manifestation were love not the driving force. Even the darkness and those who delve into it is not without love felt by those who would seek to incite chaos or disharmony, albeit love of a twisted variety. Even if the faculty of love itself is not immediately noticeable or present initially, over time love in some degree will be observed to emanate from any factor associated with any experience.
In truth, we would not be generated were not the One capable of and aligned with boundless love for Itself through every single form It has taken. Every path It walks is paved with love, begins and ultimately ends in Its infinite reservoirs of love. We would not be christened with such freedom of will, choice and direction were we not entirely loved and entrusted with the task of ferrying the One which experiences all we do through the fog. Whether we decide to apply the brakes or incessantly step on the accelerator does not detract from the love It knows for us, although from our perspective depending on what we decide upon it may appear that there is a literal increase or decrease in the amount of love we come into contact with, emanate, refine, grow in or cultivate.
Whether a temporary lower form or properly situated upon the throne of Higher Being, whether our vision is muddled with disdainful negativity or ambiguity, whether one seeks to be elevated in light or sardonically veiled in a downward spiral of darkness, regardless of if one possesses understanding of gnosis or apparently meandering farther and farther away from the source of static salvation in delusion, love does not cease to be. There are many roads and an unlimited array of scenery to decorate those routes tread upon, and numerous ways that our ventures may progress, yet the starting line, the destination, and the traveler are singular. Though the seasons may change, the depths of love and the glare of the ultimate light remain the same. We all bask beneath the shade of the same tree.
Quote:Love is the wheel on which existence turns freely without burden.
Hatred is the braking mechanism of that revolution/evolution.
Light is the essence which reveals that which experience walks upon and lights the further path.
Darkness is the essence which barricades the light from its expression and reveals nothing but further darkness.
There is no act which is not done from a foundation of level, regardless if the act itself conveys no discernible level of love within it either on the surface or in the immediate intent behind said act. None would pursue any hobby or endeavor were there no semblance of love for the particular deed pursued. Gardens would not flourish, music would not echo from wherever it is being made, words would not be written, nor would any be trapped in a perpetual process of thought, discovery, integration and manifestation were love not the driving force. Even the darkness and those who delve into it is not without love felt by those who would seek to incite chaos or disharmony, albeit love of a twisted variety. Even if the faculty of love itself is not immediately noticeable or present initially, over time love in some degree will be observed to emanate from any factor associated with any experience.
In truth, we would not be generated were not the One capable of and aligned with boundless love for Itself through every single form It has taken. Every path It walks is paved with love, begins and ultimately ends in Its infinite reservoirs of love. We would not be christened with such freedom of will, choice and direction were we not entirely loved and entrusted with the task of ferrying the One which experiences all we do through the fog. Whether we decide to apply the brakes or incessantly step on the accelerator does not detract from the love It knows for us, although from our perspective depending on what we decide upon it may appear that there is a literal increase or decrease in the amount of love we come into contact with, emanate, refine, grow in or cultivate.
Whether a temporary lower form or properly situated upon the throne of Higher Being, whether our vision is muddled with disdainful negativity or ambiguity, whether one seeks to be elevated in light or sardonically veiled in a downward spiral of darkness, regardless of if one possesses understanding of gnosis or apparently meandering farther and farther away from the source of static salvation in delusion, love does not cease to be. There are many roads and an unlimited array of scenery to decorate those routes tread upon, and numerous ways that our ventures may progress, yet the starting line, the destination, and the traveler are singular. Though the seasons may change, the depths of love and the glare of the ultimate light remain the same. We all bask beneath the shade of the same tree.