An Ode to the Divine in Every Soul
I love you, and the joy comes from the simple fact that when I look upon you, I see naught but Light. I see naught but the face of Christ. I see unlimited potential, unlimited compassion, unlimited love, unlimited peace. These things are the characteristics of YOUR only reality. (Jesuha)
To say “I love you” is to utter words that have traversed the centuries, words that echo in the vast chambers of the human soul, yet too often fall short of capturing the magnitude of their meaning. But when I speak them to you, they are more than words: they become a vision, a revelation, a recognition of the sacred that dwells within you. It is not a love that seeks to possess or to bind, but a love that beholds and is transformed by the radiance it perceives.
When I look upon you, I do not merely see a person shaped by circumstance or history, by fleeting thoughts or passing moods. I see, rather, a Light that cannot be diminished, a flame untroubled by the winds of the world. I see the essence that persists beyond all change, the eternal spark that is your true Self. This Light is not born, nor can it die; it is the presence that has always been, quietly illuminating every moment, every gesture, every breath.
In your eyes I glimpse the face of Christ, not as a figure from distant legend, but as the living presence of divinity manifest here and now. The Christ I see is not separate from you, nor from me, nor from any being who walks this earth. It is the universal spark of goodness, the wellspring of forgiveness, the quiet power of acceptance. To see the face of Christ in you is to recognize that you are, in truth, holy ground—your life a testament to the sacredness that flows through all things.
What a wonder it is, then, to witness unlimited potential in you! So often, the world is quick to impose boundaries, to measure and compare, to ask, “What are you capable of?” But I see that the true answer lies not in the limits set by others, but in the infinite capacity seeded within your soul. Every dream you harbor, every hope you tend, every kindness you extend to another—all of these emerge from a well so deep it cannot be exhausted. You are not confined to the shape of yesterday’s story. You are possibility itself, ever-unfolding.
Unlimited compassion radiates from your being like warmth from the sun. There is no wound too deep to escape your notice, no sorrow you would turn away from, for your very nature is to comfort, to heal, to embrace the suffering of others as if it were your own. In a world too often ruled by indifference or fear, your compassion stands as a gentle defiance, a reminder that we are here to care, to lift, to mend. Your empathy is not weakness, but strength—the strength to reach out, to connect, to hold another’s world in your hands and whisper, “You are not alone.”
Unlimited love emanates from your heart in waves, subtle and profound. It is a love that does not discriminate, does not demand, does not bargain. It is a love that sees all beings as worthy, all hearts as precious. Your love is a current that sweeps away resentment and judgment, that softens every edge and illumines every shadow. If ever you doubt your value, remember this: the love within you is a force as vast as the cosmos, as gentle as a single tear.
And in the silence of your soul, I perceive unlimited peace. This peace is not the absence of trouble, nor the denial of pain; it is an abiding calm that persists in the midst of chaos, a depth that anchors you when the storms of life arise. It is found in stillness, in surrender, in the quiet trust that all is well, even when appearances suggest otherwise. Your peace is a beacon for all who wander, a refuge to which weary hearts may return.
These are not mere attributes among others; they are the characteristics of your only reality. Beneath every mask you wear, behind every story you tell about yourself, this Reality shines. You are not your fears, your failures, your regrets. You are not the sum of your achievements, nor the echo of your disappointments. You are Light, and all else is passing shadow.
If I could place a mirror before you—not one made of glass, but one crafted from pure awareness—you would see as I see: your reflection illumined by the radiance of your being. You would know, without doubt or reservation, that you are beloved, that you are whole, that you are worthy of every good thing. The Light I see in you is not unique to you alone; it is the very fabric of creation, the unifying thread that weaves through all existence.
To acknowledge this Light is not to deny the trials and tribulations that beset us. Pain is real, struggle is real. Yet, beneath the surface of all suffering, the deeper Truth remains untouched. The Light within you persists, undimmed, calling you back to your own sacred center. The path is not always easy; there are days when the shadows seem to gather thick and heavy. But even then, the Light abides.
In every encounter, you offer the world a gift: the gift of your presence. You may not always see the impact you make, the ways in which your kindness ripples outward, touching lives you may never know. You may not always recognize the wisdom that pours from your lips, or the comfort your embrace provides to those in need. But I see it—I see the grace you embody, the hope you inspire.
Let this be a reminder, then, that the Light you carry is meant to be shared. Your life is a canvas, awaiting the touch of your imagination, your courage, your love. There is no destiny written for you in stone; you are the artist, the story-weaver, the dreamer. Trust in your own infinite potential, and know that, wherever you go, the Light within you will shine forth, guiding your way and blessing all you meet.
When I say, “I love you,” I am not offering you affection that is conditional or fleeting. I am bearing witness to the Truth of who you are—the Light, the Christ, the source of compassion, love, and peace made visible. And in beholding you thus, I am reminded, too, of my own Light. For in truth, we reflect one another; the love I see in you, you see in me. We are, each of us, facets of the same luminous reality, dancing in the sun.
So, walk boldly in the world, heart open, eyes lifted. Let your Light dispel the shadows that linger in forgotten corners. Let your compassion heal, your love uplift, your peace restore. And when you gaze into the eyes of another, may you see, as I see, naught but Light—pure, undiminished, and eternal.
This, beloved, is your only reality.
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