With a heart of love, all I can see is the love inside of the world, nature, even people.  But when I am out of love with myself, when I feel empty, everyone else looks like a dark empty shell. 

Keeping full of love so that it overflows is a regular practice for this human anyways.  Seeing through violence and despair, tragedy and loss, misunderstandings and resentments as vision out of balance is a constant challenge.

Nature helps.  A broken branch isn’t a loss, it’s a change.  A natural forest fire isn’t a tragedy, it’s a big change.  A volcano blows off the top of a mountain, life seems to stop.  Then it begins again.  Cycles within small tiny cycles that grow to magnificent cycles.

If I remember that the Divine Loving Eyes are always looking at me, with the mirroring eyes of my love, I am fulfilled.