Around me is love. Everywhere. Did you, my Lover, Pour it there? Am I to simply Grow aware?
We ache to know our own unknowable value.
You’re so, sooo much bigger than your sadness. There’s plenty of room in the hugeness of who you are. Sadness won’t crowd out the rest.
“Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all…”
Don’t be too quick to embrace the fundamentalism that summarily ascribes all of your good fortune to God/God’s will.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.