To be loved is an astounding Gift.
To love is even more amazing.
It is a Gift received, without restraint, along 礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ), The Way of the Gift.
As we are enabled to see the love & kindness of our Origin, Who is our Source & Sourceror.
Enabling us to love, relentlessly.
Even where love seems not to be appropriate.
Religion would like us to believe the love of our Origin is limited.
Restricted to those who comply.
Or do what is commanded.
Those who do not fit.
Or do not agree.
Condemning them to destruction, in a pit of fire, some seemingly showing love, by extending the opportunity to do good and find grace beyond this life, but that is no grace at all, for it still requires compliance in order to be accepted or included.
This is not The Way.
It is not The Gift.
This is not love.
Love is given.
Not only to the lovable.
To anyone who is in our proximity.
This is what our Origin explained, on a day, in our time, when They fused Themselves, in Their completeness to our Earth, into a man Who came to show us everything They are, as once we were fused from Wind & earth, .
The greatest Gift is to love.
Love your Origin with all your heart & soul & mind.
Love your neighbour as you love your self.
And then the question rose, for we always hope to limit, to decrease & contain: but who then is my neighbour?
And our Origin answered: everyone in your proximity.
You may know, or see, or bump into, or have contact with, or work with, or buy from, or share a piece of land with.
The people who are your fellow citizens in the country you were born into, for such a time as this.
The people you work with, seemingly without reason, at the workplace you somehow loathe.
The people across the fence or wall or boundary you’ve both carefully constructed to keep yourselves seperate.
Be it of your yard.
Or sexual orientation.
Or religious conviction.
Or political view.
Or social standing.
Every human who comes from our Source & Sourceror.
Which is everyone.
The gay-couple so easily marginalized.
The black or brown or white or yellow people with their worlds we percieve so differently.
The grumpy old man & the rebellious teenager.
The people you fear, because you’ve kept them at a distance, because you are afraid.
Because they are not like you.
And the do not think like you.
And they do not do like you.
Religion, and even optimism & wellness, pander a ‘love’ which is transactional.
Which is given ‘in return’.
For whatever we believe is ‘right’.
It is a ‘love’ which binds, bonds and indebt.
The love of our Origin is distinctly without transaction.
Even as They give up the exquisite fusion, which They embraced, for but a moment in our time, They speak, as once They spoke our world into beauty, love.
“Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
Not a few of them.
Not some of them.
For they all are from Them, Who took the time to fashion them from earth & infuse them with Wind, so that they may be and share and live and experience, in at-one-ment with Them.
They are all from Them.
Their multiplicity, in a tiny place, in a multiverse, from the Origin, into Eternity.
Once we receive the Gift to see this, we are free.
The Gift to see that our Origin does not abandon they who originate from them.
The Gift to see that our Origin does not love with limit.
Or in transaction.
The Gift to see that our Origin took exquisite care to bring into being, each one of us, without fail or exception, so that we and They could be at-one, both our experiences expanded, as we live from all we and We are.
We are free to love, which is to live.
At another time, so it is written, our Origin said, in our words, as They fused into our existence: it is nothing for a man to die for someone who loves him, but to die for someone who does not know love, that is beyond imagination & beautiful, it is real and true and meaningful.
And so They did.
Proving, without a doubt, for everyone to see, that our Origin does not love, but is love.
The Source of love, beyond imagination.
And when once we see this, we cannot help ourselves.
And like the day dawning on a fresh summer’s day, we become love.
Not as obedience to a command, or in the hope of being loved, or in an attempt to transact with transcendence.
We become it, as we cannot help, ourselves, every day a little more.
Like the tide rising with the full moon.
Until every inch of the river bank is covered, even the ugly moorings for boats & toys of selfish gratification.
And then it is different.
But, you say, as it was said so long ago: what does it help? I am but one.
And we are.
And in our at-one-ment, we bring hope.
For the love you show, is the love They give.
It is from our Sourceror.
And it changes political landscapes.
It changes futures.
And their children.
Of autonomous regions.
And the tiny little spec, which looks like a mere star from a different solar system.
But, you say: I’ve not known this Love you speak of, I’ve known a father’s desertion & a mother’s rejection & loss and hate.
And yet you are here.
And you are alive.
And it has rained on you, as it has rained on everyone.
You’ve eaten most days.
You’ve survived in a world of loss and chaos and hatred.
A world of loveless selfishness.
You’ve found the courage to continue in desperate moments and retained the health to wake and rise and walk and live and taste and experience.
Proof of Love.
And even if you cannot see, you will be.
Even when time and decay consumes this time and space, you will be, in new ways, at-oned, with the One from Whom we all are.
And so I hope and speak and breathe, for you and for me both, that we may lose our blindness, receiving the Gift of sight.
Seeing our Origin.
Despite the tags and labels with which we have cluttered ourselves.
In spite of the blasphemous lies we’ve eaten and digested.
Allowing at-one-ment to overwhelm us.
Their love and peace, bringing us to love.
We all have this one desire in common.
We want to be happy.
And we search for it in many ways and places.
And ‘religious conviction’.
Unaware, that we have it and had it all along.
The Gift inside us.
Lovingly planted inside our DNA, as They fused us from Wind & earth.
May this be yours.
May you see that it is already yours.
As it is mine.
And is ours.
And has been ours, from eternity to eternity.