It is the womb, the birthplace, the home,
of everything.
It is Divine, heavenly.
It is common and ordinary.
It is unique and authentic.
It is the purest wisdom.
Love.
First and foremost in every moment, love.
Before the bully clock pushes you over, love.
Before worry tightens you, love.
Before anger hollers over you, love.
Love, love, love...
When you can move through the narrow passage of love,
you will find yourself living in a wide, wild, open meadow of light and peace.
Meet me there.
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