IT IS ALL FOR LOVE
This life is all for love. Listening to the deepest impulse from the quietness of the heart, love moves. The hand that reaches out to commune with the dog, the tongue that takes time to taste the bitter and the sweet, the rhythm of rising at dawn and resting at dusk, the sweeping of the tiled floor, the careful folding of the clothes ... all this and more, is all for love.
It's not that some things are love and some are not. It's not that some actions are love and some are not. There is no division between sacred and mundane. There is no division between spiritual and human. It is all for love.
This mind, this body, this ordinary life ... it all gives itself to love. It's a kind of service, but not from a "holier than thou" place, and not from a "do good" place. It is simply service as right alignment to an inner wholeness. And this wholeness cannot possibly exclude anything.
It's taken a long time to get here (just here, in this eternal present-ness). It's taken a deep journey into the brokenness of the human experience, a deep acceptance of the mess of it all, and to come to an unshakable realization of the unbroken. And the unbroken is the love that was always here ... as life itself. And now this life cannot be lived outside of that love. It is all for love ... every breath, every word, every glance, every impulse, every pause, the whole of it.