Love can take everything into itself and remain complete –
it can take in heartbreak,
pain,
fear,
anger,
sadness and
total devastation.
It
can be crucified over and over again, and still remain whole. It knows no
opposite, no enemy, no other.
Only itself.
Eternally, timelessly, Now.
Love is all that's left when all else has fallen away.
It's not a feeling, not a state, not a passing experience.
It is the ground of all things, the open space that holds all forms as they arise and pass.
It has no opposite - it holds all apparent opposites, allows them all to be.
You can't say what it is - you can't say what it is not.
In the end, you can't say anything.
And yet all words are held here too...
ps/smoh
