The Sun breaks the Horizon Line.
In a Glow of Oranges, Pinks and Lilacs.
Boats swaying gently in the Harbour.
Ropes softly pinging against Masts.
Seagulls circle silently overhead.
Nothing but Silhouettes.
Against the Brightness of the rising Sun.
Each Apparent Thing.
Is an Expression.
Of The Whole.
The me does nothing.
The me has no power to do anything.
The me does not need to be got rid of.
The me does not need to merge with God.
The me is not anywhere to be found.
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The Sense Of Me.
Appears and disappears.
Countless times throughout the Day.
A Happening within The Entirety.
Not separate from The Entirety.
Not being done by anybody.
A completely Natural Happening.
A Beautiful Happening.
We are Unity.
Happening by Itself.
You don’t need a teacher.
To tell you what Truth is.
Truth is Your Present Experience.
Happening Right Now.
By Itself.
Exactly as It is.
You are Truth.
When I look.
I do not find.
An owner of Life.
Only Life Itself.
For Absolute Truth.
To be Absolute Truth.
It must be present and clear.
Right Now.
As Right Now.
As Everything.
Everywhere.
Freely accessible.
Freely observable.
Freely tangible.
With no Requirements.
No Conditions.
No Borders.
No Boundaries.
No Limitations.
Be all inclusive.
Include all Opposites.
Be All That Is.
And All That Is Not.
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What is there, when there is no thinking?
– Darryl Bailey
Divine Love.
Thundering into your Heart.
Like a thousand Wild Horses.
Overflowing.
Her.
The Flame.
Dancing.
In His Vast Silence.
Undivided.
Divine Love.
Isn’t just Butterflies and Roses.
Sometimes It’s also.
Harsh.
Painful.
Fierce.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 