love consciousness

He wanted to hold

On to Love

But It is like

A wave of cosmic wind

That washes over all.

So he gave up holding

And embraced

Being cosmically loved instead.

On life’s journey, we are always arriving to begin again.

Always loving to love again.

Always becoming to be again.

Yes, we are ever unfolding like an unending cosmic wave of love.

Love likes to play this game called peek-a-boo.

When you close your eyes, Love is there.

When you open your eyes, Love is also there.

It’s a fun game, where you and Love always win.

You keep sharing it with others, and still it does not run out.

I see what’s happening here:

There is an endless supply of Love.

I wish I knew this when I lost my first girlfriend.