Do you love it yet?

When I complain or mention something challenging for me, a friend of mine sometimes asks do you love it yet?

And the question is really do I love my images about it? My thoughts about it?

As long as I am unable to find love for my stressful images and thoughts, I scare myself with these images and thoughts. I struggle with my images. And this “I” is an image too, so the whole struggle is happening within my own world of images.

How can I find love for my initially stressful images and thoughts?

To some extent, it happens just through intention, or asking myself few simple question such as:

Can I find love for these images, these thoughts?

How would it be to find love for these images and thoughts?

It can happen quite naturally through inquiry, through finding their innocence and their love. I may find that they are innocent questions about the world, and innocently adopted from what I have seen in others. And I may find that they are love. They come from love, from a devotion to me. They are here to protect me, to keep me safe. They are worried love, and they are love.

Love also happens quite naturally when I recognize how I have treated these parts of me. I have rejected them and pushed them out into the cold for years. And all they wish for is understanding, appreciation, and love. They wish to be seen as they are. They wish to be allowed to have their life. And they wish for liberation from their confusion, and a more conscious alignment with reality.

And all of this happens more easily when it’s all seen as awareness, the play of awareness. All the images – of a situation, of a me or I it’s happening to – is all awareness.

How do I love the world? How do I love it all? Through finding genuine, sincere love for my world of images.

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– it doesn’t exist for me outside of my images of it, so my only job is to find love for those images

It – what I complain about – doesn’t exist for me outside of my images of it, so my only job is to find love for those images. It makes it quite simple.

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When I complain or mention sometimes difficult for me, a friend of mine sometimes asks do you love it yet?

And the question is really do I love my images? My thoughts about it?

As long as I scare myself with my own images, my own thoughts, I do it because I am unable to find – or notice – my love for my images and thoughts. I am in struggle with my own images, and really, it’s all an image of me struggling with other images.

And when I find love for my images and thoughts, something shifts.

This love comes from recognizing the innocence in the images and thoughts. They are innocent questions about the world.

This love comes from recognizing that where they come from is love. They are devoted to me, wish the very best for me.

 

 

 

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