The Flame and the Ocean.

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Everyone is looking for love, and for a way out of their fear.

A way out from themselves. Yet love is the great way in. It is

the acceptance of one essence of reality. This is the way of

love, for love cannot be seen in its wholeness, until the

smolder of self concealment is uncovered, as a flame of love

within an ocean of love.

The way of love is but through the self that suffers to be a

rainbow to disappear from its sight, that it may be the clear

sky in the heart of every color. Until that essential un-tinted

face is seen, its expression is only a shade that covers

authentic hues.

The art of heart opening, is to remove the paint from an old

canvas, that we have sought to represent as a self-portrait.

When that imitation is uncovered, our real face shall be seen

in the world also. For the forger seeks to be known in the

world as himself in another guise, yet must ever run from

recognition. This concealment within the self, misrepresents

the universe also. For the seeing and the seer are one with

the seen.

Love opens in the one, who would reveal an invisible flower,

by shedding the foliage that has hidden its bloom. Thus this

flowering is a defoliation of everything but the blossom. An

involving blossom that cannot be seen by anything other

than itself alone. This revelation of love, is the heart of the

rose, from which the rose of appearance springs up

untainted by self discoloration.

Love is the water in the eye of all emotion. Even hate and

despair are not separate from it, but are the tears of a child

torn from its own awareness. This love that is all, is

irreducible, for it is the reduction and summation of all that

is and ever can be. Like water, it will wash any stain, and

yet not keep a stain within it. It does not need to go seeking

itself, for it is the an ocean without shores. All things are its

current, that it may be the emoting of itself in the world of

appearance and becoming.

Love yourself like no other, for you are not other than this

love in the heart of your unfolding. When love discloses this

nakedness of itself in you, She will appear naked in the

world, even though dressed as other. All forms shall be her

flowering, and the manifestations of your truth. You shall

be your own sunrise within a perfect day of existence. A

living sun that knows no setting.

You say-

A drop of water contains the ocean.

Love says to you in every moment:

You are my ocean

and I--the water.

You will know me

when the poppy of this longing

is scattered by the wind of my mercy.

For I am this water

you must breathe my flame within.

You will see me,

not in the holding of this flame,

but by your absence.

By my own light

I will return you to vision

as a fire of self within my ocean.

love

eric

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