Friday, November 10, 2022
Nature is love. Babies are love, and love is innocent. If you don’t have a baby in your life, spend time with nature or with an innocent animal. Look at a photo of yourself when you were just a helpless infant. Your baby-face will show you where you came from. You were a product of a pure, totally accepting and innocent source – love itself. When you were an infant, you were blissfully unable to compare yourself to any other person or concept. That’s innocence, and that has never left you.
Babies have no idea what “me” or “mine” is until they reach toddler years. Here’s the key, the pure, unassuming, and totally accepting love from which a baby comes into the world still resides in you. But possessiveness, a learned behavior of the ego, mistakes love with things like being in control, and getting it “my way.” Love doesn’t control, it allows.
Love admires, but does not assume. It adores, but does not control. Sometimes the innocence of a baby returns to humans, but often when they’re elderly. Sometimes they have to rely on care, how innocent, and vulnerable is that! But in decent health, older people often get softer, sometimes more playful. Part of that is a realization is in an awareness that time is fleeting, and if they don’t learn what love is, they never will. Either people grow more calloused, or they grow tenderhearted. I’ve seen many examples of seniors who soften with age, are totally accepting, and who appreciate simple, good company, much like babies do. Old age awakens you to the truth, that you are not God, and that you are getting closer to what brought you here, love. Babies come from love, and when you die you return to love. But why wait until old age? You can return to the source of love, right now.