Love
Why do we complicate things so? Is it for ego? Pride? To divide?
To build up? Some things need not be complicated but are beautiful and perfect
in their most simple form. Love, a
beautiful word, with infinite potential but simple enough a concept that even a
baby in the womb begins to love the mother he or she is attached to.
Without filters of everything we have been taught; without
creeds and religion – how could you allow love to simplify your life? Where would you take this new love? What
would you do with it? Who would you invite in to experience this love with
you? Who would they invite in?
With a simple and pure love guiding you, waking you gently
from the sleep and numbness we have so grown accustomed to, what could you
do? How could your soul be awakened when colored by the simplest love? Like the love a
butterfly knows for a bush, or the bird knows for the trees, or the grass knows
for the earth?
Realizing we are all connected,
all needing each other all a part of vast universe, living together on the
earth – seeking more than to just survive – but to feel alive. Get out of that comfortable spot of your life
and feel the discomfort of growing stronger, building something greater –
yourself- through a hard work, spiritual sweat, seen and unseen tears.
Love yourself like you have never loved yourself. Live like this is the only chance you get. Love those around you like they were the
living Jesus, and perhaps then we would see a world we would want our children
to inherit.
When we choose to love simply – without prejudice or cause –
we can love everyone, even without liking all the things a person might
be. We learn to allow and accept difference. What would or world be if all the flowers
were the same? Love who you are, without withholding love from another because
they are not who or what you are or what you feel they should be.
Love like your cat, your dog, or your children love you – in
spite of you. And you will find the
secret to joy and happiness while on this earth.
“Love in its purest form is simple, however, I do not proclaim
it to be easy. There is a difference.”
In Love and Light,
Bernette
