When I begin the path of Divine Love, I seek fulfillment in another: Jesus, Krishna, the Guru, the Beloved. But when the stream enters the ocean, my very breath invites me to generate bliss from a molten core of gold in my chest, where a ceaseless melting bathes the world, the ancestors, and all the unborn in waves of beauty, unfathomable tears. If words could contain the fragrance that escapes from the hridaya lotus, they might be these: "I do not do love, I do not make love, I Am Love." Jesus spoke of this love when he pointed to the great commandment, "Love your neighbor as your Self." For my neighbor and my Self are not two. I behold the love I Am reflected in the face of the humblest creature, the stranger who seems most unlike me, even the one I once called enemy. This love 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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