Emptiness is the perfect nest for holding the fullness of Life.
infinite life
Wherever Life is,
People breathe.
Wherever Love goes,
People are.
Where Love is absent, Life is nonexistent.
What if death was the close of a chapter,
Chapter one, to be exact, of a Divine book?
We cannot outlive life.
So how about we allow it to be what it wants to be through us?
