Even amidst chaos, dissonance, and the shadows that occasionally wrap around me, a deeper truth begins to unfurl. Simultaneously, the alchemy of existence, of all truth reveals itself….LOVE
This is my faith. My hope.
It has grown from the depths of experience, forged through a journey of pain and darkness I never thought I could survive—pain that surged like a storm at times, a wound so deep it felt as though it would never heal. But it was never about the why of the pain. The reason didn’t matter. What mattered was the truth that emerged from the darkness: within the deepest agony, I found a seed of transformation, waiting to bloom into light.
I’ve learned this truth over and over: when you allow courage to rise in your chest, when you place your faith not in what is seen but in the unseen love of the universe, you can transcend the pain. Like an alchemist turning base metals into gold, the universe works its quiet magic when we trust it and surrender to it. With each passing moment, pain is transmuted into something else… something pure, something utterly sacred.
In those moments of surrender, something wondrous occurs. Time and space shift, and in the space that opens between worlds, love flows through. Love is not some abstract ideal; it is the very substance of the universe, flowing through everything. All things, all souls, are connected in this vast sea of love. And when we surrender… when we let go… we return to it, beyond the illusion of our separateness.
Hope springs eternal. This phrase didn’t originate with me, but it is an ancient truth, whispered by countless sages throughout history….a truth passed down like a sacred flame, flickering in the hearts of those who dared to believe. Hope is the breath before the storm. It’s the subtle prelude that stirs the soul to action, to rise and remember the light within. It’s the first step in the dance that moves us from fear to courage, from courage to faith.
And when faith is born, it arrives like a gentle but unshakable force, reminding us that love is not something we need to seek. It is always present. It has never left us. Even when we are lost in the darkest forest of anger, fear, or grief, love remains. It is within us, woven into our very bones, waiting patiently for us to return.
Love is the unbroken thread that ties us to the divine. It is the fire burning at the center of our being, even when we cannot see it. It calls us home, again and again, no matter how far we wander. And this return is not one of shame, but of grace. We return to love as if we never truly left. And we didn’t. We never did, for no matter how hard we try, love always remains.
Whatever you hear, whatever you read….. transmute it all through the heart, let it be rinsed in Love.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
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