When we begin the path of Divine Love, we seek fulfillment in another: Jesus, Krishna, the Guru, the Beloved. But when love's stream enters the ocean, our very breath invites us to generate bliss from a molten core of gold whose ceaseless melting bathes the world, the ancestors, and all the unborn, in waves of beauty, unfathomable tears. If words were needed to express the fragrance that arises from the hridaya lotus, they might be these: "I do not do love, I do not make love, I Am Love. And I behold the love I Am reflected in the face of the humblest creature, the most distant stranger, even the one I used to call my enemy." This is the generosity of a heart that has come home to its infinite center. Isn't it time to stop looking for this place, and start looking from this place?
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