We are all as one, my loves.
You, me, he ~ those rustling leaves, that hit of ambered sun ~ all derived from a single divine source.
And to be termed by a name unique to all.
Though our eyes may adjust to the subtleties, I’m sure – are we not still manifested from the same glorious soul?
Even as the headlines may attest to an uglier ‘truth’, I promise you –
All of us hope…
All of us dream…and,
All of us want for love.
We course the same ‘blood’ which nourishes the soul. We fight to find ground in an oft changing world.
Our uniqueness is a blessing, my loves – one that encourages a living context for all to enjoy. And, through which we might finally ‘see’ – the unconditional joy reflected in the smiles surrounding which surround.
We are all as one, my loves.
And, though we may be termed by a million different names – I promise you, my dearest darlings; our source is still the same.
Namaste ❤️