One of the largest issues looming in my life at the moment is whether or not I’m going to trust love.
I’m in transition between what Werner Erhard would call a “you-or-me”and a “you-and-me” world. I haven’t yet made the full transition. (By any means.)
And so I search for what will help me.
And, as so often happens, the answer is staring me right in the face.
I know that love is universal. If I then simply concentrate on bringing love up from my heart and out into the world, I’ll be loving everyone universally. Loving everyone universally is a you-and-me world.
Love, by its very nature, is universal. When a river flows its banks, it doesn’t flow some places and not others. It flows indiscriminately, wherever gravity allows it to reach. So with love, it flows indiscriminately, to Paul as well as Elizabeth. And Mary and John.
If I trusted love to lead me to universality, I’m quite certain it would. How many sages have said, love is the fulfilment of the law; love everyone; love all, serve all, etc.? They say it for a reason.
The minute one tastes this higher-dimensional, sacred form of love, one knows that reason.
Love has to flow. It has to flow outwards. It has to flow outwards universally. If one agrees to receive that love, one has to agree to share it.
If I don’t trust love to provide the solution to every problem, what is one to trust?
What lies below love? Nothing.
I am committed to love. I live to love.