Soul Journey

·          There are children within us. The child has not grown up yet. The child still cries for attention within our hearts.   The child is demanding, asking, conjuring and begging for love. The child, like any child, tries to get that love with tantrums, sometimes creating huge noise, sometimes   even breaking things, including hurting us and breaking our hearts.        The child wants us to see him or her, to see that child curled in, that child full of fear and hurt of rejection, the child that is behind the older face of a man or a woman, the child that pretends it needs no one and does not want or seek love, that hurting child that hopes and hopes to be understood and loved without playing games, without asking for so many things and without applying complex selfish rules and limitations. The problem is that child is also dealing with the child within you, the child within the lover, the other child that is also screaming and demanding, the other child that is fearful

Love, true love is a state when your glass is full yet pouring that love in it does not overflow your glass, it is a state of completeness that is always seeking more of what it is complete with. A state of perfection, of no lack, yet it can always have more of what it is perfect with, and it is a state of constant giving of an ocean that increases when it gives of itself, it is never less. Have you ever seen an ocean that becomes less if we take of it, no matter how much we take? That is love.

We all come from poverty when it comes to love. We all want something, need something, we do not come from richness, abundance, content, we come from “I want, I need, I expect”. It is so sad and so not right when we are all in truth very rich with love. We turn our back to the largest and most abundant source of love within us, we are blind to this rich, giving, none holding and loving source th at is always available, always open, always there, always generous with love and we act surprised, shocked and disappointed when all other so called “sources” of love turn us down sooner or later, when their “ability” to love and nourish dries up, we seem at odd with reality thinking that what is momentary is permanent and therefore the suffering we go inevitably through is none expected. What is more is that when we face the inevitable and that “love” turns to be not up to our lofty dreams and expectations we start to become upset, angry and we resolute to complaining or