Reflections

This is kind of a quiet time in my life. I do take notice of the many channelings from the many great entities. But I don't worry about any of that too much. Some are of an alarmist nature, but this does not phase me. There is always a place in the world that is quiet and peaceful. There is always a soul that is happy. Or like quiet moments someone stole. We can't see those things, but they exist. They are under the sea, protected. The deep roots are not swept along. They are in the little things. By the moring my physical life could be over. They can take away the body, but it won't change any of that. It is in the nature of things. The victory is in the nature, the deep place. Perception fails, but the failure doesn't affect what is deep. I know it in my love. I have felt it enough to know it. What names or definitions can I give it? All of that melts inside it, along with alarm and conflict. I give everything up. Take it all. Nothing changed. Thats what love means to me.