When you watch a puppy run and play, the joy of being and expressing themselves is so apparent. Their presence is love itself playing through form.
We look for love as some notion of being wanted or something that needs two to be experienced, however love is the only ‘thing’ (it’s not a thing) that can exist entirely on its own with absolute completeness.
Love is radiance itself. It is the light of the sun, the depth of the ocean, the fullness of the moon. It is the eyes and soul of every creature.
It is there always and already, simply by being; the miracle of existence. Consciousness.
