LOVE IS BEING
Granting love is the nature of being, just as the flame offers its heat spontaneously, following the movement of its original intelligence, its reason and quality of being.
Stars of light and life are the movements of love, the strength of the true, the power of the real.
The soul dazzles by its deep clarity the deeper the night is, the deeper we go into the mystery of ourselves.
The doors open, the channels connect, the dimensions expand, in the immensity of the living, at all, in the universal love that rises through infinities of beloved fragrances and essences.
The world is the essence of one, the neighbor's face is the face itself, the path never traveled is the return home, the dark cloud announces a revelation of the sun, after loneliness.
A tear leads to a heartbeat, a hug to calmness and liberation, to peace and universal brotherhood.
We are one in the darkness of the night and in the clarity of the day, in the compass and in the rhythms of life always beats in the background, in stillness, the unperturbed being, the felt and felt truth, the intuition and the emotion of love beyond the changing states, in the subtle background that reveals the absolute in his loving silence, in an eternal romance with the poles of the One, with the Tao, with the cosmic game of identical opposites, of complement mirrors, of reflections in love, of colors forming landscapes, shapes shading ocean silhouettes, angelic glances, clouds shaped like dragons or ancestral gods.
The world plays in the country of the senses, touches us with the air, caresses us with the breeze, seduces us with the fragrance of the living and sings us with the silent harmony of the crickets and the crackling stars .
The world of manifestation is the Creator's poem, the symphony of the eternal Soul, dreaming and waking up, creating and believing, loving and waiting, enjoying and keeping silence, sacred loneliness, living and dying to be born. Just like that, the eternal becomes the true time we inhabit: without tomorrow, without yesterday.
A single moment, it has always been a unique moment, of infinite nuances in a single consciousness, eternal and nameless, unique and impersonal, proper, intimate, and of no one, as of no one as the air, which is breath, which is untouchable breath, but constant breath, whispering of love, of presence, of incessant stillness delivered instantly.
To love is to deliver, to deliver love, to deliver what one is, to being. To love is to be. To be is to love.
by Jos Manuel Mart nez S nchez
www.lasletrasdelaire.blogspot.com
