Don’t listen to me.

Follow the wind.

It knows nothing.

It doesn’t know where it’s supposed to go.

Simply moving.

As it’s moved.

A natural movement.

Happening all by itself.

It doesn’t know what it’s supposed to be.

Simply being.

Whatever it is.

Sometimes gentle and calm.

Sometimes raging and destructive.

…….

You are like the wind.

An expression of THIS.

Don’t listen to me.

Follow the wind.

Follow your Heart.

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All there is, is “This”.

This “ultimate creative universal energy”.

This “infinite”.

This “everything”.

Happening right here, right now, always and everywhere.

All by itself.

Without anybody doing any of it.

And this is what you are.

What everything is.