Waking Up

Waking up.

In The Morning.

If there was a you.

And you were the doer.

Just imagine.

All those Things.

You’d have to start doing.

All the Processes in The Body.

Get The Senses working.

Fire up The Brain.

All those Things that happen by Themselves.

Without a doer.

Without a you.

Ducks On A Shimmering Lake

Her.

Like The Sun.

In His Blue Sky.

Her Power.

More Radiant.

Than a thousand Suns.

Greater.

Than a thousand thousand Suns.

Supreme Power.

Infinite Power.

His Consciousness.

Vaster.

Than The Sky.

Greater.

Than these Worlds.

Supreme Consciousness.

Infinite Consciousness.

Together Forever.

Eternally United.

As Existence.

As Reality.

As Life Itself.

As Awareness of The Breath.

As Awareness of The Heartbeat.

As Awareness of The Body.

And Ducks on a Shimmering Lake.

Leaves Turn Brown

Leaves turn brown.

Without a doer.

There isn’t a someone.

Inside the Tree.

Turning the Leaves brown.

Everything is perfectly under Control.

Just not by a someone.

Because there is no someone.

Not in the Tree.

And not in the Body.

This Is Unconditional Love

Absolutely.

Everything and Everyone.

Is included.

In The Happening Of This Moment.

In The Isness Of This Moment.

This Expression of the Energy of Life.

There are no exceptions whatsoever.

There are no conditions.

Everything is accepted and included.

Exactly as it is.

Nothing is left out.

Nothing is forgotten.

Nothing is separate.

This is Unconditional Love.