This life is a thread of holy instances if we choose to look on them. Between them are intermittent periods of illusion.
These instances weave together to become a tapestry of recognition and true vision, where only love remains.
These instances connect us to our true selves but it involves recognising the beauty in the other. It requires a radical forgiveness where we insist on the innocence of our companions even when the ego is screaming out their guilt.
There is no escaping this practise. We cannot deny our sister or brother and expect to find ourselves.
The task is to draw out the lines between the points of true recognition, which is unconditional love, until we see the shape of our true essence appear.
