
You are nothing other than.
The Lifeforce.
Itself.

You are nothing other than.
The Lifeforce.
Itself.

You have never been doing yourself.

There is no real Ignorance.
How could Supreme Intelligence.
Be Ignorant?
Unless It was Pretending.
–
God is Perfect.
At Pretending.
Not to be God.

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.

The Sheer Complexity.
Of The Human Organism.
Makes the Idea.
That there is a doer inside It.
Utterly Ridiculous.

The Everchanging Unchanging.

In The Womb.
You were The Miracle Of Life.
And that Fact has never changed.

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.

Om.
Om.
Om.
Omnipresent.
Omniscient.
Omnipotent.
Om.
Om.
Om.

Everythin’s OK.
Everything is The Divine Expression.
Nothing is wrong.
Nothing is out of place.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
As you are.
In This Moment.
As you are.
The Divine Expression.