Torri Wightman

Dear torris mom,

I celebrate "torris mom" and hold her/you in my heart. And I also greet with all of my love and respect that which is You and prior to, beyond and inclusive of the particular identity of torris mom.

Thank you for adding the presence of your light to my page and to our world.

To your deepest joy, peace, inspiration, fulfillment and unconditional freedom.

Love and namaste,

Ellen

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Love Waking up to Itself

Essentially, there is only Love and what does not know itself yet as Love.

As Love meets Love in form, as it recognizes itself, it spreads everywhere waking itself up to its own glory!

It is the difference as it wakes up to its sameness through the play of the poles; as it it is embraced in the rapture of the oneheart, tingling more manyness into oneness, more diversity and multiplicity into unity.
it is one tasting itself through two.

sound loves so much it grew ears so that it may hear itself
beauty loves so much it grew eyes so that it may see itself
the senses are born from the love that we are in its delight to taste itself
you are born from the love that i am so that i may love myself
i am your creation
you are my love
we can see this when there is no one to be yours
and no one to be mine
being breathed sublime
faces of the divine
at play
in the fields of
time

-Ellen Davis