And I heard:
« Rest kingly, for that is what you are. »
And it came to me that to Love is to let go of each second of time which passes or seems to pass.
To Love is to flow with, not against.
To Love is to be the flow; unhindered, strong, inevitable.
To become ‘essential’, one must die to all which isn’t one’s essence. It is to be like the tree in the winter, unafraid to surrender the last vestige of its proud adornment.
To Love is to trust that Life never expresses the same way twice, but in grander ways always.
To Love is to be open, irresistibly open.
To Love is to know that Eternity lives through and as everything that comes and everything that goes.