Everything hangs around until I meet it with love.

Everything hangs around until I meet it with love. 

  • Dangerous people,

  • Ugly body shapes,

  • Spoiled kids,

  • Annoying parents,

  • Bad hair,

  • Horrible bosses,

  • Backstabbing friends,

  • Judgmental neighbors,

  • Cracked paint,

  • Aching joints,

  • Upset stomachs,

  • Failed attempts,

  • Unacceptable past,

  • Terrifying future,

  • Stupid me,

Everything.

It’s all just waiting to be loved.

And it’ll all stay in my life until I can love it. 

When I start to love it, it begins to transform.

First, love removes the adjective:

  • People,

  • Body shapes,

  • Kids,

  • Parents,

  • Hair,

  • Bosses,

  • Friends,

  • Neighbors,

  • Paint,

  • Joints,

  • Stomachs,

  • Attempts,

  • Past,

  • Future,

  • Me,

Then love replaces the adjective:

  • Loved people,

  • Loved body shapes,

  • Loved kids,

  • Loved parents,

  • Loved hair,

  • Loved bosses,

  • Loved friends,

  • Loved neighbors,

  • Loved paint,

  • Loved joints,

  • Loved stomachs,

  • Loved attempts,

  • Loved past,

  • Loved future,

  • Loved me,

And then the experience of love is so incredible that love even replaces the noun:

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

  • Loved love

Until all that’s left is love loving love itself (the true nature of reality).