Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density.

We can acquire as much knowledge as we would like with a few taps on our keyboard. That's extremely valuable, but wisdom comes again from some different dimension.

We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in time at the same time?

The heart, like the grape, is prone to delivering its harvest in the same moment it appears to be crushed.

I bring my attention to my hands on the steering wheel and notice how the chatter in my mind begins to fall away as my breathing slows. I'm awake and alive, simply driving the car going where I need to go, on time and in time. A still point of the turning world. With that awareness, I bring my attention into my body, and the body is the doorway to the timeless, because the body is always where we are and always in the present moment.

Day by day, tiny specks of us float away.

I don't think one can run out and try and chase love.