What else but love?

I always had a sense as a seeker that love was lacking. I wasn't loving enough, and I didn't feel that others were loving me enough. I sought to compensate for this lack of love, and tried to find it through a process and obtain it in the world.

It's a lot easier to see that the nature of what is, is love beyond opposite. This can't be believed in, and it can't be denied. In looking and feeling into the presence that's here, it's obvious that this is the love of being itself- the homeless home that can't be left. The lover is all that is- including the seeker that thinks it's seperate from it. Who needs love from whom? Nothing is withheld- this energy is abundance itself, in the midst of an imagined life, full of lack.

See this here, falling in love is all there is.