Love neither comes nor goes, it is the one abiding truth always and forever present.
Talking about love….
my daughter Lily wrote THIS POEM …..so many, many moons ago now, when she was nine……with all heart and soul….no doubt.
When we cease searching for love outside ourselves and recognize it as the very essence of our being, something extraordinary unfolds. The boundaries of separation begin to dissolve, and we discover that love is not something exchanged between us, but the infinite field in which we already dwell.
The light within us does not come from another. Sometimes, an encounter simply helps us remember what has always been there. A reflection on teaching, presence, and the quiet miracle of remembrance.
As with all my work, this piece arises from decades of lived experience. I have been writing it, in one form or another, for many years—returning to it, adding to it, refining it, and allowing it to deepen as life itself has unfolded.
There are words that do not merely speak, they remember.