Where love seems not, love is. Love in the world wears many disguises. Even as there is the appearance of non-love, love is. Love is the fount of life on Earth, of life anywhere. There is no location to love. Love cannot be separated from the Very Self.
We can say that love is on a journey to see itself. Love can be seen, and love can also not be seen, and yet love is all there is. Love cannot be torn, yet it certainly may seem to be ripped apart. There seems to be an end to love or an opposite of love, and, yet love cannot be opposed to love. Continue reading