Mystery

There is a love that needs no story, a love that needs no lover, a love that falls in love with Being itself. This love is our true nature; it doesn't cling to any thing. It is like an empty sky, blue with the color of fullness. And this vast sky pervades each cell of our body, each atom of matter. When we scent this love awakening in meadows and woods, melting frost and furrowed mud, when we feel this love permeating the hills that float on morning mist, when we notice the glimmer of its empyrean in the eyes of a stranger, or sense it in the darkness between stars, and the stillness between thoughts, then we nourish all creatures from within. How could you be so intimately inside every creature? Because, in this love, there is no Other. What is the sign? An ever deepening silence of the heart. This is the mystery of the divine womb. 

Artist: Pinturicchio, 'Madonna of Peace'