Today,
like many days, stories of the beauty of life play out against stories
of abject sorrow.
But who sees these?
It is the consciousness that looks
out through all of our eyes, divided only by the ego, the disc
operating system for the human incarnations we inhabit. Be that
consciousness, and hold fast to it, lest the illusions of separation
crush you with despair.
Treat every life you touch as you would your
own.
Love is the common denominator, here on battlefield Earth.
May it spread like the air, into all of us.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
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1 comment:
i see, my dear friend. i see.
xo
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