I am serving life, I am a servant of life. I am grateful for having served my life sentence, for having freed myself from the judgmental clutches of my own past. I am full of life, full of love pouring through my heart, which for such a long time used to be like a black hole gorging all life around it, eating up not only food and drink but even my own body and the energies of all living things around me. What a sucker I was!

Serving life is acknowledging life all around me, in every living thing and being wherever I be. Serving life is accepting the love of life given to all of us as our divine birthright. Serving life is allowing that carrier-wave of love to flow through my heart to all directions of space around me. Serving life is loving all that is, even myself.

Life without love is a long prison sentence, it’s a life lived in denial of the great pouring of love maintaining all life in all the possible forms, even me. Life without love is full of yearning, full of pain, sorrow and fear. It is the life sentence I have given myself. Life without love is a negation and denial of my true being as a son/daughter of love that I am, and shall ever be.

Serving life is easy, it is always choosing to be love, choosing to accept all that there is as a beloved part of your own eternal greatness. Serving life is being the One out of which and within which all life is created and expressed. Serving life is loving all your individual pains, sorrows, fears and anxieties, loving them as your own creations and allowing them to settle down as peaceful wisdom out of which new creations can arise from and within your eternal Oneness. Serving life is seeing life wherever you be, whomever you meet and whatever you feel. Serving life is being One.