I live in Love:
her Soul within me.

Love is The Mystical,
given us by The Mystery.

Love
is each Knowing
the other's Soul.

One of my most loved (most loving) trees has few leaves this spring. I am told it is very old and may soon die. Does it somehow know this? And do its friends?

Do we not all agree that:

1. All we do is the result of brain functioning...

It is the Soul's desire, Its yearning for Its Love to be expressed in the world, that animates the mind. But the mind always distorts, misprocesses, the Love. It's like one cogwheel driving another which has faulty teeth. In most cases our “faulty teeth” are the result of birthing trauma, and subsequent traumas superimposed on that.

We are given Souls so that we can love – essential for our survival.

That is part of our Karma – as is our birthing trauma which prevents the Soul's full expression.

All that matters is love.
With every photograph I should feel loved and give it.
For, as Tolstoy declared, love is the Universal Law.

Imagine, if you can, a world without birthing trauma: no misprocessing, everyone aware of their Buddha-Nature and so living in love. A world of homo supra-sapiens.

That must be Heaven!

We love because each Soul, the Deep Unconscious of Pure, Pure Love of every individual, yearns to relate to every other Soul.