
Leaf unfurls.
Feelings stir.

Leaf unfurls.
Feelings stir.

Not a single drop of dew.
Out of place.

It is Life.
Expressing.
As an apparent contracted individual.
Searching to become that.
Which it already is.
That which it always has been.

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.

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.

Nothing better, nothing worse.
Nothing right, nothing wrong.
Everything an expression of the same source.
The source and its expression, not two.
Like the ocean and the wave.

Everything is.
Life in expression.
Including the sense of being a separate entity.
With free will and choice.
Including the mechanism.
The process.
Sometimes called the ego.
Nothing stands outside of.
Or apart from.
Life.
What is.
This.
Reality.
Everything is.
Life in expression.
This is not so much about.
Something changing.
Something improving.
This is more about inclusion.
The inclusion of everything.
Exactly as it is.
In this very moment.
This is the recognition.
That everything.
Is already included.

Just what is.
Seamless.
Infinite.