First find what love is
Then serve it

The love I speak of
Has nothing to do with things
No objects and no people

The love I speak of
Is the ground of being
The essence of all form
You could call it
The heart of everything
Silence, emptiness, beingness

Falling into love’s truth
Is grace, acceptance and forgiveness,
Not as actions
But as the natural state

So then to serve that love
Is to serve reality
To serve truth
No matter what is found
Or experienced

This is the most profound realization.

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