In the Light of Love

by Wolfram Alderson | Pupazzo Universo

IN THE LIGHT OF LOVE

Dear Ones…

Gather near.

Gather near.

Dear Master…

May we ask

one more question?

Always,

Dear Ones.

Every beautiful life

begins

with a beautiful

question.

Master…

Why do we discover?

Why do we create?

Why do we become?

Tell me…

When morning

lifts the mist…

Who made

the mountain?

No one.

It was already there.

Then what

did the sunrise

create?

Nothing…

It simply

helped us

see.

Ahhhhh…

Then perhaps

discovery

is not making

the truth…

Perhaps

it is uncovering

what Love

has patiently

waited

for us

to see.

Tell me…

Does the gardener

command

the seed?

No…

Does the rain

force

the flower?

No…

Then what

does the gardener

create?

A place

where life

can flourish.

Yes…

Creation

is not

the triumph

of power.

Creation

is the gift

of helping

life

become

more fully

alive.

Tell me…

Does the acorn

dream

of becoming

an oak?

We do not know…

It simply

receives

the seasons.

The rain.

The sunlight.

The years.

And little by little…

it becomes

what was always

possible.

Master…

Is becoming

remembering?

Perhaps…

It is remembering

the song

the universe

first sang

within you.

Master…

If we discover…

If we create…

If we become…

How shall we know

whether

we have lived

well?

Tell me…

Can your eyes

see

kindness?

No…

Can they see

justice?

Mercy?

Hope?

No…

Then perhaps

the deepest things

are never seen

by the eyes

alone.

Tell me…

What does

light

do?

It reveals.

It guides.

It warms.

And what

does Love

do?

It heals.

It welcomes.

It forgives.

It gives.

Then perhaps…

Love

is another

kind

of Light.

Not merely

to brighten

the world…

but to reveal

what is

worthy

of our care.

May all that we discover,

all that we create,

and all that we become,

be seen

in the Light of Love.

Master…

Will the journey

ever end?

Only

when there is

nothing left

to discover.

Nothing left

to create.

Nothing left

to become.

Tell me…

Do you believe

Love

has finished

its work?

No…

Neither

do I.

Come…

There are still

worlds

to uncover.

Gardens

to tend.

Songs

to sing.

Hearts

to welcome.

Come…

Walk together…

and let every step

be seen

in the Light of Love.

May all that we discover,

all that we create,

and all that we become,

be seen

in the Light of Love.

May all that we uncover…

May all that we nurture…

May all that we become…

be seen

in the Light of Love.

Ahhhhh…

Love…

Love…

Love…