A Faint Scent of Being

The mind too is just smoke, but the heart is much sweeter.
Perhaps this holy smoke is more real than our interpreted world of "solid" objects.

Am I a solid object? I think that I must be more subtle than the slightest fragrance. Yet real and eternal.

What of love, trust, kindness, awareness, and meaning. Are these not real? Are they not at least infinitely more significant than physical touch. Could this "real" world of flesh and form possibly be justified if it did not hold meaning for a heart… all hearts.

Dependance

We desperately need love.
We are completely dependant.
There is no question of becoming independant of this.
It is the mind that create loneliness
by rejecting God's many attempt to show us love,
because of fear, comfort, laziness
vague ideas about what is right or wrong,
not believing what seems too good to be true,
or not believing in magic.
Everything about our false selve is designed to isolate us.

Faith take us beyond ourselves.
Faith is the cure for loneliness.

But sometimes, perhaps,
even God wants us to feel lonely.