Beloved, It is time for you to make a choice

There's no point in writing about love if you don't practice it... If all that you do is preach about it then aren't you a hypocrite? Doesn't that fall into the rather painful side of personal hypocrisies? Yes, we are all flawed at some point. Still on the evolutionary scale, we don't have perfect manifestations of the perfection that we are.

But we are not beginners... Both of us find ourselves in an universe of a somewhat deeper understanding of the mechanisms that govern thoughts and emotions. I think this is what saddens me the most... Why can't you just love me and accept me for who I am? You don't know who I really am and nor do I know who you are. But, in the end, why is that all that important? Why is that a criteria by which one determines whether to love or not? Can't we just drop all hypocrisies and false scenarios of the mind and just love each other truthfully? Isn't that what it's all about?

Is loving sincerely all that hard that we stumble on aspects and details of other peoples' personal lives and personal decisions? Don't pry and prod in there my beloved... It is an aspect of my life that I would gladly tell you about were it the time for that.

What I give to you is sincere and from the heart. My soul smiles at the sight of you and I revel in your presence. I apologise if that is not enough for you... It is all I have, it is all I TRULY am. All the rest is smoke and mirrors. And masks...aaah, yes, the masks. Beloved, we all have them. We are all the masks as we are all the signs and stars and personae, bundled up in these lovely packages we call bodies.

I do love you, and I care not if you don't share my feelings on the matter. But please, for your own peace of mind, stop judging things you have no knowledge or understanding about. They are all part of the smoke and mirrors of the illusion. I see you as God and know you as God and love you as God. If you choose to know me and love me as a Human then so shall it be.... I made my choice, now it is time you make yours. What label shall I wear for you from now on, beloved friend?