You’re not telling.

This Story.

You are doing as much.

Of what is happening.

Right now.

As you were doing.

Growing in the womb.

Life is just happening.

Blackbird.

In the snow.

Searching for food.

This obvious simplicity.

Tears and laughter.

Lost, broken and alone.

Connected, whole and full of joy.

This is Life.

All this is Life.

Happening.

There was never anything.

That needed to be changed.

And yet the changes happen.

All by themselves.

This is all taken care of.

All the tears.

And all the laughter.

Rest.

As whatever you are.

Whatever you appear to be.

Right now.

Knowing your intrinsic value.

Recognising your unconditional worth.

As an expression of Life itself.

You don’t have to be great.

Because Greatness is you.

Just be what you are.

Snowflakes.

Falling.

Effortlessly.

Nothing is the enemy.

Everything is Life happening.

Sometimes.

The Ultimate Intelligence.

Of the Universe.

Appears to do some really stupid things.

But it never does.