The thought rose up from the depths of my meditation. Crystal clear. Shimmering in the light of inner knowing of a truth I could not refute. “Resistance is futile. Love is the answer.”

We spend our lives struggling to make sense of our lives. We spend time and energy doing whatever we can to create value in our world. To live on purpose. To be of significance. To leave our mark.

It is the eternal impulse to create, to evolve, to grow, to become that we honour in our travels through life. It is the eternal urge to shine, to cast light, to cast off the darkness that moves us in our journey.

All of these things are important. They are our journey. They make a difference in the quality of our journey — but not our existence. For no matter what we do or become or say or acquire or create, when all the doing, all the struggle to be, to have purpose, to know our ‘raison d’etre’ is over, one irrefutable truth remains. Love is the answer because We are Love.

No matter what we do, when we leave this earth, when our bodies dissolve into tiny atoms of matter, it matters not to the Universe what we did or had or created. What matters is — we are and always will be, Love.

It was so clear to me in my meditation. The energy. The beauty. The profound depth of our exquisite nature. We are Love.

And in this journey of our lifetimes, what we do in our daily lives enhances the quality of our journey. Never the quality of our essence. For always, our essence is perfect. Our beings are divine. We are Love.

I saw it on a a walk with Beaumont. In spite of the snow and cool temperatures of the past month, the crocus have pushed up through the grass, up towards the sky. Their urge to create, to become, to be is a continuous cycle of life and death which they cannot resist, regardless of the conditions around them. And in their blossoming, for a few short days/weeks, they create beauty in our world, making way for other blossoms to follow.

In my life, I have struggled to create matter, to be of significance, to make a difference. It matters not how I struggle. Resistance is futile.

I am. Love is.  Life goes on.

And when I am gone, all I can leave behind is that which I am — Love.

When I am gone, the space I have filled with my being here will remain as its true nature — Love.

And in that knowing I am comforted. It isn’t about ‘what’ I do, or acquire, or create. It’s about doing all that I do, all that I am,  In Love.