It is true that the separate someone that used to be so "darn important" just isn't anymore. In fact, she was only part of the universal game of make believe. When one really looks, there is no 'me' to be found. I don't know about anything, really. Action happens, life happens on its own. The truth of any action is the stillness behind it.
Love is not any different than anything else. It's not a doing. A picture of a dear friend pops up on the screen of the mind, maybe their smile, blue eyes and gentle face, and love pours in, effortlessly.
The only thing that seems certain is this:
Something unchanging "sees" its handy work, now, now and now. That "something" is not mortal, nor hurt-able, not fragmented, nor born.
IT JUST IS
Somehow the "handy work" and "looking/seeing" are married. Perhaps this is the Divine Marriage. The only problem, if there is such a thing, is the lower self, or lower mind. It is like "an old abusive lover" now seen for what they truly are, yet he/she still shows up to cause havoc in the marriage. A wise lover of Reality, remains aloof, and ignores the "interference." The old abusive lover is like bad company that comes to visit. If "ignored" they will soon leave.
