all the heavens and all the earth exists within all the heavens and all the earth — and we are a part of that, are we not? all is interconnected. we dramatize the elements, we are the living personifications of the natural world, 

to be holy is to be whole. to be whole is to be holy. to recognize that the whole exists within and to make all as one is to be holy. to love the world is to be whole. there is really no difference between within and without, for all is one. if you love yourself you love the whole, if you love the whole you love yourself. 

if ever you feel lonely, ask yourself if you’ve recalled the very essential fact that you do not exist recently. how can one ever be alone when witnessing the interconnected universe? no matter how far you run, still you remain on the web. you are stuck. there’s nothing you can do about your own unity with the whole. 

i forgot, then i remembered. i remembered, and I again forgot. 

karma is the law of interconnectedness, for if all is one, then you really do only do to yourself what it is that you do unto another. if we are all one being, one macro-identity beyond the micro-identity of mini-selves, then all you’ve ever done to another has been done to you — this is why loving the world is loving yourself. 

to love the universe is to discover the powers of the universe. to love the universe in adoration is to dissolve into the universe. then you are a child again. then you recognize that eternal youth is the only truth that exists. no matter how old you’ve grown, you’ll always be a child of the universe. so, why don’t you drop the act of “adulthood” and embrace the reality that the whole human lifespan is childhood? 

how could you look another stranger in the eye and not feel love? how could you not look another stranger in the eye and see the universe? how could we not ever immediately feel deepest understanding? just a glance at a passerby? it’s in plain sight, just existing at all is utmost vulnerability, eyes reveal all secrets. the epic drama hidden in plain sight, the stage the glance of a passerby. to exist vulnerably, to bare your heart to the world, and to really look at another with an open heart, is to strip them bare, naked. 

it is an illusion that approaching this world vulnerably means only wearing your heart on your own sleeve. the more you’ve allowed your heart to shine, its opening like a rising Sun coming to meet the world, the more others’ secrets are revealed to be in plain sight. they who do not lie to themselves cannot be lied to by another. to uncover the truth in your own heart is to have the truth of the whole as plain as day. even they who lie to another cannot lie, for they tell the truth of their own cowardice and fear. a lie is still a truth in this way, and they with an open heart can see this plain as day.

how can I “be loved” when I am love? how can I “love the whole” when all is love? love becomes a medium, a fluid to exist in, rather than something that permeates or fills another vessel. no, we’ve got that mixed up — love is not something that fills; rather, love is the vessel, the medium, the solvent in which we all exist.

sometimes I simply blink and then am awake, like that truth that always was re-appears, like I was sleep-walking and suddenly stir, like I was blind then suddenly see. a jolt to the system — oh, all really is love — oh, all really is sacred — oh, I do feel my heart lurch for every being I see, like suddenly the blindfold is taken off, how could I have not seen this before, the complexity and emotional gravitas each and every beating heart carries, epic tales carried in plain sight, their hearts like storybooks that empathy, love, universal compassion can allow to simply be opened by just… looking, and loving.