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

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

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

There are no rules.
Nothing to achieve.
Nothing to be.
Nothing not to be.

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.
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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.

Not a single step.
Away.
From the infinite.
Seamless.
Expression.
Of this moment.
–
This.
All this.
Is all there is.

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

Time spent.
At the beach.
On long Summer days.
Never touched.
By a single wave.
Only ever touched.
By the ocean.

Just this.
All inclusive.
Expression of life.