Love’s such a transitory thing, with its varied tastes and lucrative feeling here this minute gone the next. When we’re caught by our emotions like flames it lashes us here and there with its springs of fire from hell that fry’s us dry, leave us empty weak unable to sleep, and without words to say. Why should love make us feel this way? It’s all apart to life.
LIFE
We are driven through energy some heavy some light, some good some bad, and without separation from either, we get eaten up at any moment, as energy in hell means the same, in fact if anything it would blaze hotter.
Though, we can raise ourselves above that of life where mistakes are made in order to find corrections both in and outside ourselves. Life is the teacher who sits at the head of the class. We’re to known of what to ask, life seems unconcerned who is first or last. Life isn’t working on its own; it’s working in relation to what’s above and what’s below itself. There’s eternity above and existence below and life operates in between if you see what I mean.
Life cannot raise us above that of itself, no more than a teacher is able to give their pupil his or her knowledge and understanding of life.
There’s the world that represents our soul that allows us to be in life but, not of it”. No identification gives us that key to opens the door that leads us into new discoveries, chapters and pages to our lives we never knew before were there.
Life is the great teacher yet, it had to receive its knowledge, wisdom and its source from somewhere, someone, or something else. As we look at Mother Nature we see it didn’t create itself but, is driven by forces outside of itself.
Nothing or no one stands alone we are much richer than we could ever imagine, isn’t this wonderful we are all inter-linked and inter-connected.
Our body is connected to our mind, our mind is connected to our soul, our thoughts are connected to feelings, our feelings are connected to sensations, and our sensations are connected to actions.
No matter how we take it it’s all the same each plays on us their game and we’re blinded to it all. Our time is spent looking on the outer to us as we judge and condemn ourselves and others.
‘Life and Love’, which is older and which’s wiser. Each offers to us joy and pain, sadness and gain, neither cancels out the other each holds on to their own reign, so too why mankind can never be tamed.
