No matter what happens, everything is perfect.  I'm surrounded by overwhelming love and everything I ever wanted.  As I feed my baby girl, she grasps my fingers and our eyes lock.  I see her now and I've seen the distant future.  The eyes I looked into 40 years from now are the same ones that sparkle back at me today. They are entangled with her smile and nose and cheeks.  Together, they melt my heart and show me the love of spirit that created us all.  

When my baby boy runs up to me and grabs my legs and looks up at me and smiles from a place of pure joy, I know that all is right in my world.  Any wrongs of the day dissolve, unable to withstand the power of his love for me, my love for him, and our love of life itself.

I believe it when they say only love is real.  None of us can live here forever but our consciousness cannot dissolve.  When we leave here we leave all things behind except love. We will not take our possessions, nor will we take our hatred or grievances.  Instead the memory of our true selves returns in a flood, washing away our earthly duality.  We will once again know we are all connected as a part of the infinite whole.

Love yourself for who you are rather than for who you want to be.

Hug your loved ones frequently and tell them directly that you love them.

You've heard that you aren't supposed to judge others, but did you know that you also must not judge yourself?  Accept yourself for who you are now.

After reading hundreds of peoples' near death experiences, I can say this:  When they come back to life and tell their story, they only talk about their connections to other people and that love is the only thing that's real.  They don't say anything about working harder, keeping their house cleaner, acquiring more things, or making more money unless it's part of a regret that they didn't spend more time with their family.

Burning desires roar within.
Will success and love be found?
Immediate wants lurk infinitely driving
Eating the silence of me
Sleep's majesty absorbed with open eyes
into oblivion
The curse of the firstborn....
Pursuit of the parchment yields confusion
and hardship
While the answer lies in dusty corners
Covered by tradition and blindness.
It screams my name
begs my presence
demands inner attention
and pulls at the depths of being
Only a father's wishes could keep someone
against it
The voice is right and it has won
Change sneers on the horizon...
an evil grin
and after only four years.
In May my adventure ends
and begins.

Hate destroys your creations.  Love builds them.