Love is love, it doesn’t matter what language it is spoken in. If we look at love before the distortion, by words and concepts, it is the same thing all across the universe. The fact of it remains regardless of what cultural cloak that is cast upon it.
So is Truth.
Meet it at that level, before any distortion has taken place.
Be it. Don’t know or understand it. Be it.
Ive started crying as source reveals itself. Its so beautiful and I can not in any way say what the tears carry with them. Its just a reaction to coming in contact with source.
To hold on to nothing. Not even the inner notion that I have locked on to recognition of awareness or the I. The locked position seems to be ego, or is it. Seems to me there is an open position that does not make an inner definition of the quality of self awareness but lets it be totally open and free. Completely surrendered. Not something recognized as a special quality of awareness. Fresh each moment. Never recognized as that familiar feeling with a certain quality to it.
So surrendered it has no quality. Certainly not a static one. Is that so? Words obscure the phenomena itself.