The world is so vast and beautiful.

Perhaps you see it or perhaps you lost the ability to see.

But the world is so vast and beautiful. It’s so very diverse and strange and ever-changing and unpredictable, this life is.

One enamours this stunning, mesmerizing world.

I wonder, is it me whose in love with this world… or is it me beyond me?

Is it the SELF, the EGO, the walking—collection—of—thoughts—which—I—call-myself, that does the loving…?

Or is it the true self… the LIFE WITHIN ME, the LIFE WITHIN ALL OF US… which resonates whilst meeting with the immensity, with the divinity of this world…?

Ah

but the love

love is certainly beyond you and me.

we

we are but it’s instruments.