Rest easy my child, I am with you.
Lay back into my embrace.
My embrace, like a soft invisible light permeating all that is.
I am here. I am always here.
My light shines unconditionally and infinitely.
An endless outpouring of love on all that is.
Rest easy my child, I am with you.
We are one.
Sun shining.
Heart beating.
Earth turning.
Thoughts arising.
Trees growing.
Eyes blinking.
Waves crashing.
Blood flowing.
Wind moving.
Breath rising.
Just This.
Just This.
You think that you’re the director of your life.
This simple mistake is the source of all of your suffering.
You’re not the director, you’re just an actor in the story.
You’re being directed, you’re not directing.
If you still believe you’re the director, then what happens next?
To be continued…
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 