Nearer Than Your Own Breath
Remember: Love is not distant. It surrounds you as a living field and rests within you as your deepest essence. Every breath is precious, every moment alive with meaning.
Remember the infinite possibilities born of the quiet knowing that Love surrounds you — not as an idea, but as a living field — and that it dwells within you as your own deepest essence.
All life, including your own, is unspeakably precious. Not one breath is accidental. Not one moment is without meaning. There is no time to postpone the heart.
So love now — not tomorrow, not when you feel ready — but now.
Surrender to its current within you. Fall inward to its radiant core.
And know this:
Love —the source from which all things arise, the substance of all things seen and unseen, the quiet returning of all things home.
It is all that is.
All that ever was.
All that ever will be.
And it is nearer than your own breath. All that is, all that ever was, all that ever will be.
