With A Little Help From My Friend

Love saves.

Walking the Earth, believing that we are separate from each other, trusting only what we see, hear and touch, leads to confusion and sadness. A despair so deep that calls for resistance, dis-ease and death.

We believe that we are a wave apart from the ocean, a branch apart from the tree, and death becomes the only outcome. What else could this picture bring?

We must question the reality of this picture. We must inquire in order to lift the veil surrounding it. We must have the courage to dismiss our sensory reality for awhile, however real it may appear. Ultimately, we must throw away the belief that a branch can actually grow apart from the tree, that a wave can be separate from the ocean. We must abandon the sense of an egotic self, with an existence apart from the whole, disconnected, at war with other selves, and at war with its environment.

Love saves.

There is a voice that one can hear in the silence. An inner voice that reminds us of a song long forgotten. A voice so small that it requires a willingness to forget about the noise of the world and listen.

Once the voice is heard, it brings a confidence, a joy and a peace beyond words. It is the voice of Love uttering Itself to Itself.

In silence, it whispers : “I Am” and, in silence, we realize that we are. We are that spark of light, that ray of consciousness. A light that was never born, a consciousness that will never die. We are the light, the consciousness of the Universe forever expressing Itself in perfect ways.

In this realization, the past is forgiven, the future becomes an everlasting present. There’s nothing to gain, nothing to achieve, nothing to accomplish to be worthy. It is a rest from the strain of the world.

At this very moment, we are innocent, at one with the Universe. The presence of an invisible Life forever sustaining, supporting, and guiding us enlightens our path.

Love is.

Without worries, without stories, without thoughts, in silence, we realize that we are, forever.

This inner voice is a friend, a lover, a mother, a child. It is all, in all.

It is what I am, what you are.

Morning Talk

As I sit on this chair by the window, I can see the snow rushing from the sky: fragile snowflakes of all sizes lifted by the blizzard. Some even seem to rise up in the air as if aspired by an invisible mouth.

The snow is getting bigger now, it is plunging faster.

And as I sit on this chair, I notice that the red brick wall in my living room is smiling at me, sending me calming thoughts. It is saying : “I love you and I protect you from the snow”. Dear little wall, thank you.

And as I sit on this chair, the white roses in the vase in front of me gently sing their song. It is a song of beauty and hope. They are whispering : “We love you and are glad to blossom with you, away from the snow”. Dear little roses, I love you too.

And as I sit on this chair, Louis and Ella inside their silver frame play for me. The grey of the picture has not altered the colors of their soul. They are speaking to me too. Their words, in silence, echo an : “Life’s a sweet lullaby, a warm symphony. We love you and will keep on inspiring you, through the rain and the snow”.  Thank you, Ella, thank you, Louis.

Till next time.