This feels both comforting and true to me. This moment belongs to love.

I belong
to love. We all do. Every stone and tree and thought and galaxy and even every
illusion belongs to love. Even fear belongs to love, because love makes no separ
ation and no difference; only thought does. So thought makes fear. And in the ab
sence of fearful thoughts, what remains? Love. Love of what is. And then we see
people rightly. Only then can we see people as innocent. When we're looking thro
ugh a thought screen of shoulds, should nots, comparisons, judgments, and grieva
nces, we don't see innocence. We see the perceptions our thoughts project. We ar
e only confused. Just as Socrates and Marcus Aurelius say; we hurt others out of
ignorance, without understanding. We don't understand and we get confused becau
se we believe thoughts that aren't true and act and feel accordingly. Marcus Aur
elius writes, "all is opinion and nothing can disturb your tranquility but your
opinions." How do I restore that tranquility or rediscover that it was never los
t? By inquiring into my painful thoughts, whether I can know they are true, how
I act when I believe them, who I would be without them, and whether their opposi
tes or altered versions disclose truth. Looking curiously is enough. When an ill
usory thought is seen through and we break through its screen of confused percep
tion, we find ourselves back in love and in peace. Marcus Aurelius calls it "res
toring the serenity of mind in harmony with nature."