The deepest wound is not that we have been unloved. It is that we forgot we are Love.”
So we spend our lives reaching for one another with empty hands, asking to be seen, asking to be chosen, asking someone else to tell us we were enough. We searched in eyes that could close, in voices that could fade, and in hearts that were searching just as desperately as our own. All the while, the love we longed for had never left us. It waited beneath every fear, beneath every defense, beneath every story we told about who we thought we had to be.
Perhaps that is what it means to awaken… not becoming someone new, but rather remembering what has always been truth. To look into another’s eyes and recognize yourself. To forgive because separation is only ever a dream. To finally come home to One, that is ALL.
All is Love. Love is ALL.
All is Love. Love is ALL.
All is Love. Love is ALL.
Dominical, Puntarenas
The deepest wound is not that we have been unloved. It is that we forgot we are Love.” So we spend our lives reaching for one another with empty hands, asking to be seen, asking to be chosen, asking someone else to tell us we were enough. We searched in eyes that could close, in voices that could fade, and in hearts that were searching just as desperately as our own. All the while, the love we longed for had never left us. It waited beneath every fear, beneath every defense, beneath every story we told about who we thought we had to be. Perhaps that is what it means to awaken… not becoming someone new, but rather remembering what has always been truth. To look into another’s eyes and recognize yourself. To forgive because separation is only ever a dream. To finally come home to One, that is ALL. All is Love. Love is ALL.
The deepest wound is not that we have been unloved. It is that we forgot we are Love.” So we spend our lives reaching for one another with empty hands, asking to be seen, asking to be chosen, asking someone else to tell us we were enough. We searched in eyes that could close, in voices that could fade, and in hearts that were searching just as desperately as our own. All the while, the love we longed for had never left us. It waited beneath every fear, beneath every defense, beneath every story we told about who we thought we had to be. Perhaps that is what it means to awaken… not becoming someone new, but rather remembering what has always been truth. To look into another’s eyes and recognize yourself. To forgive because separation is only ever a dream. To finally come home to One, that is ALL. All is Love. Love is ALL.
