“You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.” Rumi
Love was never something we fell into — it was something we remembered. Beneath the noise of desire and loss lies a silence that has never ceased loving. What we call falling in love is the heart’s brief awakening to what has always been — the eternal field of Love remembering itself through us.
It is the stillness within meeting the stillness without. In that space beyond time, all truth can be found, beyond even a whisper.
When I speak of Love, I don’t mean sentiment or preference. I’m pointing to the quiet, radiant presence at the heart of all things — the living intelligence that holds and moves through us.
This episode explores a deep, unanchored grief that surfaces without clear cause.