The Mountain Top
I too have been to the mountain top. There I looked out over the great vastness of the world and yearned to express; to write, to sing, to share all that I feel when I rest in the lap of Love, held by the Source of all.
I bow to that Source. Without servitude, I bow. I know that all you desire is for me to soar, and to return to you with the knowledge of my flight. You smile at my bows and the stars brighten with your joy. You see beyond my self-loathing, my insanity, my endless fears into that which I am; a spark you gave birth to and have always cherished.
How many troubles would be spared if only we remembered the love you have for every one of us, and that indeed, we are that very love? How could we lift our hand to strike another when we saw you standing there before us? For you are the essence of love, you seed the universe with love, you create all life with love.
Once again I bow.
You whisper inside my heart, “My son. My son. You are as limitless as I”.