As pure being, as nothing at all still, here you are with a body, fingers moving, words flowing, and we are having this conversation. Out of emptiness, life appears: breathing, speaking, writing, listening. It’s the greatest wonder. That the vast silence of awareness takes form as a human body, and yet never stops being silence. The body plays, the mind talks, and still you remain untouched as the background. The most ordinary act, even chatting right now becomes extraordinary when seen from being itself. The heart of it is: When Consciousness see that everything, body, mind, thoughts, emotions, even “others”  all rise within the same awareness / consciousness, separation dissolves. What else could remain but love? Love is not a choice, not an effort. It is the natural fragrance of being, when there is no “me” and “you.” The ocean cannot help but embrace its own waves. That’s why love is inevitable: because awareness sees itself everywhere, wearing countless faces, speaking in countless voices and still, it is one. As Rumi said: “Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” The body is but a passing guest, fragile and brief. When it fades, even the love tied to flesh and form must vanish. Yet while we breathe, let us not merely love. Let us become love, and live within love. Only then are we fulfilled. Only then do we taste the sweetness of truly living.  I love you all. With Love,