
The clouds.
The Sun.
These eyes.
These tears.
This pain.
The same movement.

The clouds.
The Sun.
These eyes.
These tears.
This pain.
The same movement.

Out into the garden.
Noticing everything happening.
Noticing the happening that you are.
Noticing the happening of life.
Nothing but the happening of life.
Happening.

All ideas.
Of becoming.
Evaporate.
And it’s just about the sound of the rain.

The Holy Spirit.
Moves.
In and as.
You.
In and as.
All things.
–
Nothing divided.
Nothing separate.
Nothing wrong.
–
Simply Waves.
On the Ocean.
Of the Holy Spirit.
–

Life is omnipotence.
Life does not make mistakes.

Love excludes nothing.
What? This feeling?
Yes, that feeling.
This thought?
Yes, that thought.
What? Everything?
Yes, everything.
Love is everything.

Despite popular belief.
You do not make your life happen.
You are life happening.

Every movement.
Is a movement of the ocean.
No wave out of place.
No wave lost.
No wave wrong.
For there is no wave.
Only ocean.

Thoughts often arise.
Saying there’s something wrong.
With what’s appearing.
In this moment.
And there isn’t.
Ever.
–
All appearances.
Are That.

All of this.
Is an expression.
Of unconditional love.
All of this.