
You are loved, accepted and supported unconditionally, always.
By the highest power in the universe.
This isn’t a belief. This is an undeniable truth, an absolute truth.
Simply the fact of your existence is all the proof you’ll ever need.

You are loved, accepted and supported unconditionally, always.
By the highest power in the universe.
This isn’t a belief. This is an undeniable truth, an absolute truth.
Simply the fact of your existence is all the proof you’ll ever need.

Would you tell a tree to be a rock?
Would you tell a tree that it should look a certain way, grow a certain way?
Why do you do that to yourself?
You were taught that you are in charge of yourself and your life and that it all needs to be done a certain way.
But is that true?
Could it be true that whatever is in charge of the tree, is also in charge of you?

You’re not running the show.
That which is running the show, knows exactly what needs to be happening right now.
Everything will be done perfectly, no matter how wrong you think it is.
But even your thought that something is wrong is what needs to be happening right now.
This thought is not your creation. If you think it is, then exactly how did you create it?
Peace with what is, is the realisation that you are not running the show and you don’t need to run the show.
You did not create the situation that you find yourself in right now and you are not managing it.
The show is running automatically. Everything is as it needs to be.

That which you are searching for is already right here.
You are already That. You always have been and you always will be.
Everything that you consider to be you or yours is created, done and maintained by That.
There is truly nowhere else to go, nothing else to do and nothing else to be.
Right here is where the search can end.

Do you make it rain?
Of course not, you might say.
But what if you knew that thoughts arising in your mind,
were the same as rain clouds arising in the sky?
Would you still say that you create your thoughts?

“My lute set aside
on the little table,
lazily I meditate
on cherished feelings.
The reason I don’t bother
to strum and pluck?
There’s a breeze over the strings
and it plays itself.”
– Po Chu-i

OK, so you exist, right? That’s a pretty obvious fact, isn’t it?
But who’s “doing” that? Are you “existing” yourself?
Are you responsible for your existence?
If not, then what is?

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.”
– Matsuo Basho