Communion with the Creator

When you labor with good intention, asking nothing in return, disappointment cannot touch you. Stand beside another with deep compassion and sincere heart, and sorrow dissolves in the spring-flow of joy. Through love, we forge a bridge between our outer world and our inner—a passage that was not there before. True love unites the Creator with the created. Where love is absent, the fires of our own hatred and envy consume us bit by bit, and all faith in our own strength turns to ash. The bond of love between the inner realm and the outer elevates our humanity toward the divine. Then, in the interplay between Creator and human, all ordinary things become luminous with the extraordinary.

Whatever we possess, however humble, becomes wisdom when we learn to live beautifully with it. When we learn to love all the elements of our own life, then the warm spring of love and affection that rises from the depths of our heart will flow outward in gentle streams, uniting us with the beloved. We believe our body holds our soul, as a temple holds the Creator. But this is not how it truly is. We are each a soul, skillfully hidden within a vast cage called the body. When all our thoughts and deeds are governed not by the body but by the soul, then the world outside and the world within are woven together on a single thread.

The soul that love binds, it binds forever. The mind or body that love binds, it binds only for a time, for specific reasons, in specific ways—a fleeting enchantment. In the soul's love there is no discrimination, no regard for custom or law; it passes every test of time and circumstance. In such love, lover and beloved hold no difference save the outer forms that clothe them—no separation, no distance. Though the body carries the duality of external existence, two beings floating in the celestial current of love attain unity, achieve non-duality. When consciousness touches the stirred heart and brings no communion with the Creator, when the heart does not dance in that indescribable joy, when body and mind do not move as one—that consciousness is merely a fallen illusion.