You are nothing other than.
The Lifeforce.
Itself.
Lifeforce
Doing Yourself
You have never been doing yourself.
Ignorance
There is no real Ignorance.
How could Supreme Intelligence.
Be Ignorant?
Unless It was Pretending.
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God is Perfect.
At Pretending.
Not to be God.
Beauty
There is just as much.
Beauty Inside.
As there is.
Beauty Outside.
Synapses Firing.
Like Lightning on The Horizon.
Blood Flowing.
Like a Gentle Mountain Stream.
Soft Breathing.
Like a Warm Summer Breeze.
And maybe there is no.
Inside.
And no.
Outside.
But just.
Beauty.
Utterly Ridiculous
The Sheer Complexity.
Of The Human Organism.
Makes the Idea.
That there is a doer inside It.
Utterly Ridiculous.
The Everchanging Unchanging
The Everchanging Unchanging.
Miracle Of Life
In The Womb.
You were The Miracle Of Life.
And that Fact has never changed.
Totally Familiar
This.
–
All This.
Unconditionally.
Is The Expression.
Of The One Source.
–
The One Appearing As The Many.
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Absolute Power.
Absolute Love.
Totally Indescribable.
Totally Inconceivable.
And yet.
Totally Familiar.
Like an Oldest and Dearest Friend.
–
Closer Than Breath.
The Dance Of Every Atom.
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God’s Love.
For You.
Is So Great.
So Without Bounds.
So All Encompassing.
So Absolute.
That He Is Being You.
–
She Alone Is.
All-One.
Nothing separate.
Nothing left out.
Nothing forgotten.
Everything Held.
Embraced.
Penetrated.
And Filled.
With, By and As.
The Divine.
–
This.
Oh Great Light
Oh Great Light.
How You Pretend to Hide.
With Your Countless Names.
In Your Myriad of Forms.
Freshly Cut Grass
The Scent.
Of Freshly Cut Grass.
Memories.
Ignited.
–
The Grass.
The Scent.
The Nose.
The Sense Of Smell.
The Brain.
The Memories.
One Happening.
No doer.
