Fill These Sacred Moments with Love

As someone who’s died many times, Ed, and who pays a huge price to keep living in this body; it enrages my eternal soul within me, when the moments of our lives are considered disposable, not sacred.

There’s no such thing as “only a few minutes” or doing something that is not going to have eternal endless ramifications.
This moment is sacred and it counts.

You only know the value of it, when you love someone so deeply but with every heart beat your soul is leaving, and you’ll never again, have that moment again to tell them, show them you love them.

You realize in that second the absolute travesty it was, every moment of your life that you considered disposable, that you thought you could afford to let go of in something useless to your soul.

This is the core “worship”, Ed, the core of all good things in life, that we respect our living moments as sacred and fill them with love.

That we never desecrate these precious moments with what hurts our soul or miss an opportunity to love who we love.

The heart is so hungry, Ed; I don’t think anyone understands the hunger of the heart till you’re leaving the lifetime and you know your chance to tell who you love you love them is finished.

You know you’ll take another form and all, but my God, suddenly you understand that this hand, this voice, this face, this body just lived for one thing, burned with love and now it goes into the night without expressing out that love.

This moment, these moments, these days are so precious, Ed. They must never be desecrated by that which blocks the flow of love. They must never host the denial of love, or that and those who hurt love by the evil selfishness of their being.

If you must be surrounded by evil, Ed, love me from there, in the middle of that. I have loved you from hell too, haven’t I?

Nobody and nothing counts, Ed. They are creations of empty atoms, even our shadow has more prana than those filth.

But these moments of ours count.