A long time ago there was a tiny, tiny thought, like a seed. And the seed lay dormant for eons. And it waited and it asked and as it had no reply it did not know what to do. So it lay in the cold soil contained within itself, continually recharging within its shell, within the cold ground where it had been planted. The seed did not know how it could break out of the confines around it.
But it knew it must and so it fed itself love and it enquired and it asked and it received no-thing. And it waited. And it waited. And one day it sighed for it had lost its heart and the light within dimmed. And as it began to close the walls around itself, a small crack appeared. And through the crack the light could be seen. It was a very dim light but the eyes of the child within the seed saw the light and it raised itself up and moved itself towards the light. And it grew and it grew and it reached and it opened.
There is only love but it can be difficult sometimes to compare the beauty of a moment with the reality of life and to understand that there can be pain. Even though ones heart is filled with love, it is because one loves that it becomes more painful when one is disappointed; when one is attacked; when one is made to feel unworthy.
It is a very difficult path to walk and maintain. And it is sometimes hard to get back into the frame of mind that allows peace. One must understand that it is not that one is somehow lacking when one is hurt. It is a difficulty to overcome but it is never permanent; it is not defining. It is like a milestone along the road. It is a measure of how far one has journeyed.
When one walk with grace upon the land, the land responds with grace. When one takes a step gracefully, the journey becomes graceful. When one walks lovingly, one becomes love. When one see beauty, the road becomes beautiful.