You are a child of yesterday, a child of today, a child of tomorrow. Yet you are born beyond time. You are children of love, and there are no walls between love and itself, between you and one another.

You worship form, yet love is beyond form. You worship action, yet love is past all feats of attainment. To show itself to itself, the formless takes form. To show itself that it is worth any price paid, love ransoms itself.

Each object and force in the cosmos is a symbol of it. Yet to worship one figure at the expense of others is to deny majesty its formless nature. There is no single emblem of love, no image which sufficiently portrays its magnitude. Although it can be felt, though it can be experienced, it is beyond what you can sense.

The journey is an inward one, yet the voyage manifests itself by outward action. You need do nothing, since nothing needs to be added to or subtracted from within you to make you worthy of love. You are love. Therefore, you love, and are loved.

You need gain nothing. You need have nothing. You need rid yourself of nothing but the idea that you must do, that you must have, that you must rid myself of an evil you imagine to be within.

A light shines from within, naturally, without effort. To let it shine, to let it be, is your only task.  And so, doing is not doing. To have means to give, and giving is having.

You are here to display the glory within. Nothing is required for it to be itself. Nothing more is required for you to be who and what you truly are.

© 2020 by Michael C. Just