There is energy all around me. It floats,swirls,jets, and lays there. It comes from you, me, the air, and the ground. A rock is energy, as is a tree. The energy that comes to my mind though is the energy of Love. I think that I am confused though. How do I know that the rock is not Love ?
Love is all around me. I see the beauty of it in everything. I see the beauty of Love in the images of one person beheading another. How can you say that, you might, vehemently, ask ? Well what I have come to see is one person so damaged and afraid that he will never be loved, or to escape Love, that he has to use the most extreme thing that he can think of to feel like he belongs, or doesn’t, ( I am different ) yet Love will always be in him, no matter what he does. No matter what we feel, disgusted, shocked, appalled, about how he has tried to escape/find Love. That is truly what this person needs right now. Could I give this person that love if I was on my knees in front of him while he was holding a knife, I don’t know. That doesn’t change the fact that Love is the most powerful force in the world. I work with inmates. I see such damaged people. People who have had the light of Love extinguished from there eyes. I know that they have Love in them. We all do. Its just buried so deep under the pain that there is no sight of it. I used to be like that. My eyes were opened to the fact that I am beautiful, as we all are. My greatest, most fervent wish is that I keep looking for the Love. In myself, and others.