From the bubbling, random love of a child to the immeasurable, exacting love of the sage, all unfolds into love’s own light to become a lens in the holy cradle of life and so discover what was never lost, yet may be gathered into greater brightness.
In the search for an understanding of love, soon enough, a particle of thought will settle and light will dance in and out of dimension, guiding onward to sound out the theories of self as imagined in life before life.
Even in darkness, Love’s many faces accompany all through the great doors of life whereupon a greater knowledge may be gained through the simple tenderness nurtured in a gentle, adoring eye.
As Love’s light is forever destined to search, its beacon of purity will ever call to accept to itself that which yearns to know of love by loving.
All in Spirit wait in anticipation at the wonder of what tone and color the child’s travels will fashion out of the very clay of being.
Into the depths of a burning desire for truth, the tears of life will cleanse and lift as Love itself watches its own reflection.