Love is just God looking into The Mirror.

[ivankiss]

I'm roaming the streets of Italy at the moment, and I am totally blissed out. 

Every-which way I look, there is something new and unknown. I know nothing about this place, and that - precisely that - is how I can see my reflection in everything, clearly. Everything is so alien and strange... yet so familiar. It feels like Home.

It's all One and ineffable.. but this time around, I'd like to slice it this way:

If Consciousness is the first expression of God... Love is what happened, the moment God saw his own reflection.

It was Love at first sight. 

 

[Gabith]

Had a similar experience in the Netherlands, enjoy !

[ivankiss]

@Gabith Awesome, thanks!

[Waken]

[Guru Peter Jordanson]

Love falls in love with nothing but its own self

[ivankiss]

How can you know Love is Absolute, right this moment? 

You breathe.

You are.

That's how.

But also; simply because you can never really, truly not be, can you? Or not see yourself? Or not feel yourself? Think yourself?

You cannot not love yourself, ever. You can only try really, really hard not to. But it can never actually be. 

Because... Love is Absolute.

[RickyFitts]

@ivankiss  

10 hours ago, ivankiss said:

It's all One and ineffable.. but this time around, I'd like to slice it this way:

If Consciousness is the first expression of God...

That's interesting, I'd always thought that consciousness and God were one and the same, I hadn't considered consciousness as being an expression of God.

That's a deep thought, I'll have to sit with that one  

[gettoefl]

bonjourno @ivankisshappy travels and thanks for sharing these lovely thoughts

[Gianna]

On 9/10/2021 at 0:28 PM, ivankiss said:

If Consciousness is the first expression of God... Love is what happened, the moment God saw his own reflection.

 

This is beautiful. 

[ivankiss]

An infinite cosmic dance
An atomic romance
A mystery hidden from view
A universe inside you
Within your fleeting glance
A vast and stunning expanse
Reveals the unspoken truth
The all-in-all inside you

 

Much love to you all ❤

[flume]

On 10/09/2021 at 9:28 PM, ivankiss said:

Love is what happened, the moment God saw his own reflection.

Oh... Right in the feels <3

Reminds me of Khalil Gibrans poem "On Beauty"

It goes like this:

And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.

And he answered:

Where shall you seek beauty, and how
shall you find her unless she herself be your
way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except
she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say,
“Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her
own glory she walks among us.”

And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is
a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth
beneath us and the sky above us.”

The tired and the weary say, “Beauty is
of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint
light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”

But the restless say, “We have heard her
shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of
hoofs, and the beating of wings and
the roaring of lions.”

At night the watchmen of the city say,
“Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the
east.”

And at noontide the toilers and the way-
farers say, “We have seen her leaning over
the earth from the windows of the sunset.”

In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall
come with the spring leaping upon the hills.”

And in the summer heat the reapers say,
“We have seen her dancing with the autumn
leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her
hair.”

All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of
needs unsatisfied

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty
hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul en-
chanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the
song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you
close your eyes and a song you hear though
you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and
a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when
life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.