Blue Sky, No Story

 

There is a love that needs no story, a love that needs no lover, a love that falls in love with Love itself. This love is our true nature. It is an empty blue sky, clinging to nothing yet filling each cell of our body, each atom of flesh, with an all-pervading Intimacy that unites us to every quark and every star. When we scent this love awakening in meadows and woods, in melting frost and furrowed mud, when we feel this love from golden hills that float on morning mist, when we catch the glimmer of love's empyrean in the eyes of a stranger, and perfectly, simply understand that the stillness between our thoughts is the unfathomable darkness between the stars - then we nourish all creatures from within. How could we be so intimately inside every creature? Because love dissolves otherness. What is the sign? An ever deepening silence of the heart. This is the mystery of the divine womb. 

 

Art: Pinturicchio, detail, Madonna of Peace