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 that 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 that 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.

To Love is to be open, irresistibly open.

To Love is to know that Eternity lives through all that comes and all that goes.

– Marú