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a letter to you

So, I was speaking to your Heart today. Yesterday, too. And, all the days before that as a matter of fact.

You didn’t know? Well, I can’t say as I’m overly surprised. I would say most people don’t that we speak. I mean, it does surprise me a bit (and, makes me smile) that you don’t know on account of how close I am with your Heart. But, it’s ok. I get why you don’t know. Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to stop anytime soon. Promise.

What do we talk about? Gosh, everything….I’d say pretty much everything. You don’t have to be nervous that I know so much. I never speak about it with anyone else. Just your Heart. It’s always between us.

I speak with everyone’s Heart, actually. You’d probably be pretty surprised at how similar all the conversations are that I have. It kinda doesn’t really matter whose Heart I happen to be speaking with, the stories are really a lot alike. Doesn’t matter from where, what age, man or woman, rich or poor; I guess it’s because the Heart is the Heart. It’s just a universal constant. That was definitely something I learned along the way. I’m always learning, to be honest. And, if I can say, I think both me and your Heart learn a lot every time we speak. And, like I said, we speak all the time.

The reason for me sharing all of this is because I want to help you. To let you know that I’m there for your Heart. I’ve always been there for your Heart. No matter what; even if you didn’t know that I was close to your Heart. Maybe you kinda knew? Maybe you could feel it but just didn’t know what it was? That was me. That was us; me and your Heart. We try to get your attention a lot.

Why do we try to get your attention? You need our help. We just want to help. We have a lot to give. Infinitely a lot to give. Til forever. We don’t want anything in return, though. It just makes us really happy when you listen to us. That’s way more than enough for us. And, it makes us do more for you. But, it’s ok when you ignore us, too. We’re still going to keep helping.

Not to sound like a couple of know-it-alls, but your Heart and I know it all about you. It’s our job to. What makes us chuckle is when you don’t really let us do our job. We chuckle (and shake our heads lovingly) because you’re the one who gave us this job. Don’t you remember? No. Probably not, I guess. It’s how it sorta works. It’ll all make sense, eventually.

We know not everything is exactly the greatest. It’s like that for a lot of people; most people have a lot of the same stories. The biggest difference is really just how different people respond differently. But, we know that what’s going on for you, is what’s going on for YOU, regardless of what’s going on for anyone else. Believe you us, I can tell you that a lot of people didn’t expect their lives to be where they are right now. Lots of people didn’t expect to have gone through the pain they’ve gone through. Lots of people didn’t expect to feel as uncertain about themselves as they do. But, I tell you with confidence, your Heart and I, we care about you more than you could ever know. You can and should count on us. Always.

Thing is, for all this to really work, you need to let us do our job. Not to sound totally arrogant, but it’s really in your best interest to let us do what we do. I say with no reservations, nothing is more powerful than your Heart and I. And, by “more powerful”, I mean more compassionate, more caring and more Loving. I don’t say that because we’re full of ourselves, it’s because we’re full of You. We’ve done this a lot and we just keep getting stronger and better at it. That’s why you knew to put us in charge. You just forget a lot.

You have to let go a bit. You have to let us have a bit more control. I know that scares you (we talk about that all the time), but that’s really how this goes. You have to let us do our job. The challenge is that most people think it’s all about them. And, it is. But, it’s really all about us. How it works in your favour is that we’re all about you. Does that make sense? The fact is, we’ve got way more pull than you. So, let us do the pulling instead of you pushing us away.

I just want you to know that I’m here for you. We’re both here for you. I can’t do this without your Heart and you can’t do it without the both of us. Open up to us a bit more when you can. Listen to us a bit more when you can. We’re always talking.

Your truly (really truly). Lots of Love.

The Universe

Be Love

….and, you just get it

I think, for everyone, there arrives a point in time when it becomes apparent that love is everything. Truly everything. Probably, the realization for most, is elusive for the better part of life. The reason I believe that to be true is by general observation of the state of the world. It’s not that of love. There’s a lot of it out there; there’s a lot of good being done. But, if tallied by a simple count of integers, it wouldn’t win.

Now hold on….that’s not to say I don’t believe love is winning, I do. I believe that one “unit” of love exponentially outweighs one “unit” of not-love. Exponentially. It’s the only way to explain how the single digit percentage of love on this planet holds up the double (probably near triple) digit percentage of the converse, and we keep turning.

The fact is that we all love. Family, significant others, children, friends, pets. We love. We are relational beings. And so, we love. We give to love, we take from love, we find strength from love, we feel weakness from love, we empower with love and we manipulate with love.

But, we love.

In conversation this past week, I shared a personal story from something I experienced and the feelings I’d had from it. The response that was given to me was, “not everyone thinks like you do, though”. It made me wonder how someone could not in such a circumstance. A lot to do with that not only was ‘thinking’ a part of it, but ‘feeling’ was as equally a role. And, if there’s anything we are as humans, it’s instinctively feeling beings. If that moment wasn’t a bit of confirmation that I was on the right “love is everything” track, I don’t know what would be.

I’ve known for a little while now, love’s place in my life. Relative to the number of years I’ve lived, I would measure my realization to still just be, “a little while now”. The realization, I’d say, a function of already being on the path combined with personal life experience that came to be. But, it certainly wasn’t always that way. Far from it. The feelings that my life experience conjured up in me couldn’t have been more obvious – love really is everything.

It changes how you perceive life. It evolves the reason to be the person that you are. It’s easy to not understand any of this when mortality isn’t anywhere in sight. Which, is why I reason the realization eludes most for the better part of life. Perhaps not until breaths become nearly countable. Although, it’s never too late, maybe it’s too late by then? But, the realization is certainly not confined to the stark truth of expiration.

I don’t want it to be too late for me. And, it’s not. I’m glad that I realize love is everything. Truly everything. I know that nothing can take its place. I know that nothing is more important. I know there is no fear stronger than it. I know that there is no accomplishment greater than it. And, I know that nothing gives more meaning than it. It’s freedom, whenever it is you decide to choose it.

Maybe it’s true? Maybe not everyone thinks this way? The Love I want to give and the Love I want to receive will be the only accomplishment I will live for. It’s the only accomplishment I am alive for. And, it will be the only one I take with me beyond here. How can presence here be anything but? Life will still be life. I will still participate and partake in all that it means to have a good life. But, to really live is to know of the freedom that Love provides. It’s not a blanket statement; Love is freedom from everything. Self-Love, the Love of someone unconditionally by your side, faith in Love; that is what grants your soul its path to be free.

Be Love.

where’s the instructions?

I’m late. Two days late, to be exact.

I am sorry.

“Don’t worry about it”, you might think or, “what’s he even talking about?” Well, some time ago, I set a goal with myself to post every Sunday evening or, at the latest, Monday morning. So, I’m late.

The truth is, I didn’t have anything this past Sunday. I sat down in front of this keyboard only to type a few generic sentences, stare blankly, then delete. Type something different, stare again, then delete. After north of about an hour of that, in the absence of a more inspiring way to put it, I gave up. I had nothing.

Today. Today, I have something. Something as a result of having nothing. I reflected on missing my self-imposed Sunday night due date. I didn’t feel good about it. At the least, I felt that I’d let myself down. At the most, with a conscientiousness toward modesty, perhaps I’d let someone else down. Someone, anyone, who’d become familiar with that Sunday night due date. Maybe? There’s a chance?

What happened between Sunday and this very moment was that I’d thought about what it meant to be sorry; to be apologetic.

Granted, nothing egregious or harmful came of my Sunday night writer’s block, the impact of it, or lack thereof, didn’t take away from the principles of reconciliation that I thought about.

Although, I didn’t necessarily want to make it academic, resolution, it seemed, came in steps. I thought about my walk through this.

The first step was simply awareness. Awareness translates into a lot of different complexions. In my case, I didn’t live up to the goal I’d set for myself with respect to writing. With that, came some disappointment of self and the awareness that perhaps my actions affected someone else. The foundation of this is that when we don’t meet the truth in our Heart, we hurt people. And, we hurt ourselves. Awareness of that absence of truth, however big or small, is the basis of reconciliation.

Next was action. It was accepting the responsibility to take action upon my awareness. Nine times out of nine, that means communication. That means voicing the absence of the truth. It’s the acknowledgement, whether to someone else or yourself, of your awareness. It’s taking on that responsibility of where you didn’t live that truth. It’s knowing your part in what’s happened. That doesn’t mean full responsibility is yours for whatever the full spectrum of the situation entails, but it means taking your rightful share. Honestly. Authentically. Sincerely.

Finally, accountability. Using my quite harmless example; I can offer my apology, I can take action with my responsibility, but if you return here next Sunday evening or Monday morning and nothing new is waiting, I’m not accountable. I’ve compromised my trustworthiness. It’s on me to rebuild that trust through accountability; to support what I’m making amends for. In more life impacting contexts, accountability is represented by consistent changed behaviour. Or, taking steps toward a changed behaviour. It’s the follow through. Awareness and action are integral to the process of reconciliation but trust is an uncompromising tenet in human connection.

It didn’t need to be any more complicated than this. There can be a lot of challenge in those steps, but there’s no complexity in them. The thing with living out the truth in your Heart is that it’s not complex. It’s never meant to be. To have the utmost faith in that truth is what carries you through to it. It’s what creates awareness, it’s what dissolves the fear of taking action and it’s what motivates the desire for accountability.

My dad used to say, “it’s fine that you’re sorry, just don’t do it, again.” Needs a little bit of fine tuning, but he might have had something there.

Be Love.

this one’s on purpose

What do you imagine when you envision your best life? The life that was meant only for you. The life where you are the You, you were always meant to be.

Do you ever envision this life?

There is one for each and every one of us. It’s a life of true meaning. It’s a life of freedom. Not necessarily freedom from the usual script and characters of this physical existence; financial uncertainty or future stability. Not necessarily a life free from stress, anxiety, mistakes or hardship. It’s a life free from emptiness; it is the freedom that walks hand in hand with purpose.

The freedom of purpose is not an automatic thought. Freedom, we associate with overcoming external forces, circumstances and people we believe have been able to imprison us. We believe, whether knowingly or not, that this is what holds us back from realizing the potential of our true self. And so, we’re often consumed with finding ways to fill the emptiness without realizing that it’s a fabricated prison we’ve locked ourselves into that’s caused it. It’s a fictitious emptiness that we’ve constructed by way of any number of misaligned thought forms from any number of external sources. And so, as we attempt to fill and fill and fill, that emptiness remains our personal construct. A construct that cannot be filled because it is not really there relative to the truth that is really you.

When you evolve into the meaning and purpose of your life, you realize there is no emptiness. To find this realization doesn’t require that you yet even be physically living your meaning or purpose. The vision, the knowing of it, is enough to elicit the emotions and feelings within your mind and Heart that you experience the freedom. The mind, with enough imagination and conviction, doesn’t know whether you are having an experience in physical space and time or whether it’s product of your creation. It triggers the emotions and feelings consistent for either circumstance. As for the Heart; well, it knows no bounds or limitations whether it be something we are trying to grasp with our hands or with our soul.

We are not here to be represented by fancy houses, sales figures, social media followers or skyscrapers. Your best life is in your Heart to give. That is where your purpose keeps itself. Sometimes we find it and sometimes it finds us. Sometimes it’s in the last place we look and sometimes it appears as soon as we stop looking. Sometimes it’s exactly what we expect and sometimes it comes as a beautiful surprise. Your meaning is there; it will always be there. It’s like that on purpose.

Be Love.

just give peace a chance

I understand the motivation behind the search for happiness. I understand the draw to it. The promise of freedom, of transcendence beyond the ‘conditioned everyday’, of some greater, more meaningful, state of being than that which we’ve come to know. And, the reminders? The reminders for the pursuit of happiness are everywhere. Often, veiled in the shroud of consumerism accompanied by manipulative attempts to find depth in the shallow end of the pool.

But, the real happiness, that happiness is real. It’s the happiness that the all the ‘how to be happy’ books tell you that you find on the inside; separate from anything else except for you. It’s the happiness that the Dalai Lama would say requires nothing more than inner discipline and your mind. (I might add the heart in there, too).

The real happiness, it is as the master guru guides; from within. For all measures of intents and purposes, differences in wealth, class, occupation, personal circumstance or health, have no bearing on one’s ability to attain happiness. It is real. Yet, for many, perhaps for most, it is like trying to capture the clouds with your hands.

Happiness is within everyone. It is a purpose of this existence. Its ethereal nature and reliance upon one’s self make it no easy task to endeavour upon. The mind occupies great power and the mind commands great power. The path toward happiness armed with nothing more than inner monologue and neural synapses is a challenging path, to say the least. Seemingly, a path with no definitive beginning.

It’s why I search for peace. Without looking for it. Peace, I believe, you create; you intentionally cultivate. You bring it to you with categorical certainty rather than chase and contemplate and assess. Peace, you agree to with your self and the universe to choose to be a part of.

How do we choose peace? We choose peace deliberately, both tangibly and otherwise. We see it and we don’t. Peace shows itself with consistency for everyone. The inner workings of the mind are not navigable in a blanket theory. I can no easier tell myself how to think and feel than I can anyone else. But, peace is accessible because of the objective decisions we can make to be a part of it.

Peace translates itself in how we process our world around us. Peace is in the quiet; in taking time for yourself to be in stillness. Peace is in a tidy home and an organized workspace. Peace is in taking steps to feel confident in your physical self; to feel comfortable. To only wear the clothes you feel good in, even if it means wearing the same four outfits over and over. Peace is to feel strong; it is to move your body. Peace is at the top of a short to-do list. Start and finish the tasks and projects you need to that support making your life easier. How our mind processes the calm of organization and order is gravely underestimated. Peace follows when you lead with making choices to exile unproductive drama from your life; in whatever capacity it presents itself and that you can. Peace is removing the negativity of the daily news. It’s choosing to consume media and entertainment that calms and enriches your mind. Or, makes you laugh and smile or even brings tears of emotion, whether sad or happy. It’s not absorbing that which induces fear, terror, anger and anxiety. Peace is reading a book. Peace is eating well. Not all the time, but most of the time. Peace is being with people that make you better, and that you make better. It is being yourself. Peace is being able to make choices of what you want to do and who you want to be.

In a sentence, peace is in the de-cluttering of your physical space, your emotional space, your mental space and your spiritual space. And, you get as far in each as you can for when you can. Individually and harmoniously, as you ascend, those spaces will pull each other up. The evolution of who you are will become more apparent the more you allow yourself to make the choices that support your evolution. Brick by brick, you will pave a path of peace. A path that leads to the uncovered happiness within. And, even further still, to….

….be Love.

it depends

Independence; self sufficiency, self supporting, to be able to stand on one’s own two feet, to be free from outside influence, authority or direction.

We’ve learned to wear independence as a badge of pride and honour; it is an accomplishment to be recognized. The notion shouldn’t come as surprise; we commemorate an infant’s first steps, congratulate an adolescent’s passed driver’s test and celebrate a young adult’s move from home out into the world. We applaud these milestones in life and mark them as graduations toward independence.

We have little choice but to learn that doing things on our own is what makes us whole, that it is what propagates our autonomy as the individuals we choose to be. There is your path to follow; the one you pave for yourself. And, while this is very true, while it is integral to the evolution and growth of who you are, the perceived freedom of independence sits atop a very precarious perch.

We learn, some of us quicker than others, that reliance upon ourselves is the safest. We learn that all we choose to carry upon our shoulders and that which falls to the ground when the weight becomes to heavy to manage, comes at our own reward and peril; at our own achievement and blame. We believe, falsely, that we really don’t need anyone’s help. If it goes right, I’ll have myself to thank. If it doesn’t, I’ll have no one to blame but me.

The freedom of independence can imprison us. It can hold our perceptions hostage. There are many reasons I can hypothesize as to why we struggle with asking for help – embarrassment, shame, release of control, fear, pride, past experience, self confidence. But, I am more concerned with why we should ask for help, why we should be dependent.

We are meant for community. We are meant to rely on and to be relied upon. We are meant for meaning. Independence, I’ll estimate, is somewhat of a selfish precept. The decision to act as though in a silo of one’s own personal world steals the opportunity for meaning from others – from the people close to us, the people that care about us, the people we Love. We believe that tending to our adversities on our own, may make things tougher on us, but easier on those around us. A logical, but counterintuitive, premise. Those closest to us see our struggles, they feel our struggles. They want our struggles to be their struggles; shared. There is strength in togetherness regardless of the outcome of what is afoot.

We are easy to forget that we wish to give ourselves to the people we Love when they are in need, yet, when we are in the same need, we choose to isolate ourselves. Challenges in life present meaning. They present opportunity for giving of the true self, the part that comes from compassion, empathy, caring and Love. Sometimes, we have to show up for ourselves by asking someone else to show up for us. Give someone the opportunity to create meaning in their life by asking for help, by asking for someone to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, or just for that shoulder to cry upon.

Strength is built from adversity. Greater strength still, when we choose to not stand alone amidst that adversity. That is how Love is grown, with opportunity to exercise it. Love is grown with the intention of the Heart – when we allow it to be practiced on us. Self-Love is allowed in when we open that part of ourselves that knows we need more than just us.

Love is not what you can do for me, it’s what can I do for you. It is the moments we invite Love to be given to us. And, it’s ok to ask for it.

Be Love.

For: Ever From: Love

We usher out yet another year and find ourselves on the doorstep of the next.

I took a trip back into history to read the final post of 2017. For all intents and purposes, this year’s post could have been a simple copy and paste of last’s. All still was relevant; all still applied.

But, what drew my attention further was the reference to time; the theory, the precept, the concept of time. Time captures us all, doesn’t it? Whether conscious of it or not, it is the universal equalizer.

In relation to our physical being, time is finite. Everything experienced as a product of our existence here is then, by transitive property, also finite. Our achievements, our shortfalls, triumphs, tribulations, material wealth, fears, embarrassments; all finite.

As more time passes, it becomes increasingly apparent that there is less of it to come. Time, a relative concept, becomes ever more real. We reflect on the past, we contemplate the future, we get lost in the now. We attempt to capture what we are captured by.

The experiences I’ve had within my time have created neither a position of satisfaction nor regret. My experiences have furthered the evolution of both my physical and ethereal self; the body and the soul. Each connected to the other by the Heart. That is how we connect ourselves here to the greatness of the universe and to who we truly are; by our Heart. The awareness of the connection in the Heart is what has quieted those short-sighted ideas of satisfaction and regret and opened up feelings of joy, happiness, peace, growth and evolution. (“Growth” and “evolution” are nice words for the hard parts of life; the tears, the stresses and the self-persecution).

I’ve learned that time, even with its uncompromising, faceless command over this place, does itself have a universal equalizer – Love. I’ve learned that time is erased by Love; real Love – the kind you don’t explain, can’t explain, and wouldn’t care to. It is the kind that connects the Heart and the soul and the universe.

Time falls second to Love, always. Time is a concept of the physical. Love is not a concept at all. Love is imprinted on your soul – a tenet of the eternal; carried with you until time folds onto itself and further still. We find our soul when we find Love with our Heart, in a Heart, for a Heart.

And so, as time moves forward, there is stillness in Love. It is not measured in seconds and minutes, days and years. It is forever. It is immeasurable in how it keeps you, not how you keep it. I am grateful for the openness I have to Love. I am grateful for the Love that has been given to me, the Love I have given, the Love I’ve accepted and the Love that’s been accepted from me. I will never give up on Love. I could never give up on Love. I’ve learned what Love is and the unrelenting truth is, literally, everything.    

Be Love.

this Christmas….

As Christmas approaches, amidst the jingle bells, decorated storefronts and jovial parties, so too does aloneness for many. For as much happiness and joy as the season comes with, it also can bring about an uninvited, yet conscious, regression to despondency.

Our human-ness shows in its greatest compassion during this time of year as we act to bring each other together with charitable giving, thoughtful gifts, welcome into our homes and the community of companionship. It is apparent that we acknowledge the sentiment of the season to be one of open arms and togetherness; and, it’s nothing short of how beautiful we can be. What is less than easily apparent is that the full spectrum of aloneness doesn’t only take on the complexion of someone that simply has no family or has lost a loved one or is partner-less. Aloneness finds us in the unanswered questions we have about ourselves, the everyday battles we face and are, seemingly, never able to win and the mental and emotional challenges of self-worth and self-Love that we’ve become all too familiar with. Aloneness finds itself in a place where it seems like no one can understand and nothing can help regardless of how many place settings are at the table where you sit.

For many, this time spent with loved ones, family and friends, dulls whatever sword that aloneness wields in life. It’s a welcome saviour and beacon of hope and solace, if even just for a day or two. For others, the atmosphere of light-hearted and joyous spirits is counterbalanced by the heaviness residing within, often imperceptible to anyone looking through the inherent and assumed lens of the merriment that Christmas brings. Easily understood, if the feeling has not been personally experienced, is that of being a room with those who care about you yet have no idea what you are struggling with or the degree to which you are struggling with it.

The Universe adheres to balance and equilibrium; it’s the science part of spirituality and consciousness and the soul. Christmas is the most celebrated time of year with an intentional focus on togetherness, forgiveness and being with loved ones. It is also the same time that those who are struggling find themselves at their lowest. This openness of our authentic self, of our true state of being, all within a congruent span of forty-eight or so hours, whether it be one of happiness or otherwise, lends to an unparalleled connection amongst all of humankind. It is a heightened global consciousness amongst each and every one of us.

This Chrsitmas, wherever you find yourself for the next two days, in a quiet moment, set aside a small place in your Heart to connect to the greater being of humankind. Set aside a small place in your Heart to send out compassion and understanding and Love to those in need whether they, unbeknownst to you, are sitting at the other end of the table or are halfway across our Earth. And, to those searching for strength where it seems as though there is little strength to be found, wherever you find yourself, in a quiet moment, open a small place in your Heart to receive that connection of compassion and understanding and Love. Set aside a small place in your Heart to believe in the strength that is the belief in faith.

May peace find your Heart and the stillness that is your soul be the forebearer of the Love that you eternally are.

Merry Christmas.

Be Love.

what i gave up for Love


It’s not as though there was a time when I’d thought that reply would be different. Truth is, there was a time when I wouldn’t have even thought to ask myself the question. It doesn’t really seem like something a person would consciously ask themselves. Or, at least, it didn’t for me. But, maybe I wasn’t that conscious back then?

I know I didn’t give up anything for Love. I know that Love didn’t ask me to give up anything. All of it was a choice. The most conscious choice I’ve ever made, I’d say. And, for me, there was no way to believe that I’d have to give up anything for it. I’d realized that whatever it was to think that you’d have to give up, you’re actually really carrying. And ‘carrying’, gets heavy.

A lot of life, whether we are aware of it or not, is trying to find who we are. What we aspire to be, the things we buy, the people we befriend, relationships we cultivate; some of the aforementioned being more fleeting than others. Our search becomes a path of competing alternatives, or so that is the misdirection. When we feel that we give up something for something else, significance becomes attached to that direction which we take. And, intuitively, it makes sense. When something appears to outweigh something else, not only is there an invested conviction in the choice we made, but also potential regret in the choice we didn’t make.

This is not Love. With Love, there is no loss of identity or risk of retribution. There is no fear of missing out or threat to personal self. Yes, Love is a choice. Through and through. But, Love isn’t a choice that asks you to trade anything for it.

None of this is an attempt to wordsmith my way around what Love means to me and how I didn’t “have” to give up anything by using terms like ‘choice’ and suggesting anything but Love is really a burden in disguise. This is my life experience and revelation. And, evolution. The Heart is the Heart. No different in anyone. Its capacity for Love is nothing less than infinite and it’s only the mind that attempts to convince otherwise.

When you integrate Love for yourself, Love for your well being, Love for others and Love from others, into your matrix of competing alternatives, you’ll realize that there is no competition and there are no alternatives. There’s no reason for anything else, something that became and is very apparent to me. And, it’s that something that carries me, I do not carry it.

Love changed my life. Love IS changing my life. And, it’s changing life around me. No tbecause of me, but because of it.

Be Love.

the architect

Where the sun never sets, enveloped in the night.

The wind; a measurement of time. Silent. With force. Turning each page gently. Deafeningly.

Moment upon moment; no story is there. No beginning to enchant, no ending to lapse.

Peaceful, chaotic abyss.

And Love, interstellar. Filling each space in between the stars. Its invisible light quelling the darkness into willing surrender.

Tying each constellation to the next, allowing the universe to whisper to itself. Of what it already knows.

It illuminates not what was or what will be, but what is always and what is never. Eternity, folded upon itself as a symmetrical equation. Solvable only by the transcendence of being.

Each flicker, a billion seconds or a billion miles. Neither of any push on the pull of forever.

And deeper, as the darkness finds itself, does it lose itself. Infinity waits. Each wave it breathes without air. Quieting the still galaxy. Perpetually paused. Never knowing its former self. Erased, to be newly drawn.

There it counts the time in between seconds. Holding onto every moment.

Love owns what resides here. Love created what resides here.

A cosmic ocean of connection. Every synapse, the blueprint of the Heart. The architect, Love.

The stars, unspoken. Outspoken. Understood only to the creator.

Never will there be another like Love for never is not known. And, the time Love occupies keeps it still. With purpose. With meaning. With everything.

Be Love.