Even the Darkest Moments.
Are filled with Light.
Are Born Of Light.
Even The Pain.
The Heartache.
The Suffering.
How else could They possibly Exist?
The Face Of God.
Is not only Beautiful and Kind.
The Voice of God.
Is not only Sweet and Gentle.
It is The Voice Of The Almighty.
Booming in All That Is.
It is The Face Of The Absolute.
Clear and Present.
Seen in All That Exists.
Sounds Of The Sea.
Icy Rain On The Face.
The Eyelashes.
The Smell Of Damp Earth.
A Cold Breath.
Tingling.
The Miraculous Simplicity.
Of Life Undivided.
Without Concepts Of Right and Wrong.
This And That.
Simply Infinite Perfect Presence.
Ever Shining.
Ever Shining.
Another of the many.
Words for God.
Is Now.
Nothing exists outside of Now.
If it did.
Then when and where.
Could it possibly exist?
Nothing exists outside of.
Or separately from.
Now.
Nothing exists outside of.
Or separately from.
God.
God.
God.
God.
All Apparent Things.
In.
God.
God.
God.
In And As.
All Apparent Things.
God.
God.
God.
All That You Love.
The Sun Rising over The Ocean.
Trees Blowing gently in The Breeze.
Birds Singing in Summer.
The Scent Of Flowers.
Insects Humming on a Warm Evening.
As The Sun Goes Down.
The Splash of a Rock in a Pool.
A Mighty River.
A Gentle Stream.
Snow Blowing from a Mountain Peak.
White Clouds in a Deep Blue Sky.
The Arc of a Rainbow.
Vivid and Bright.
Vivid and Bright.
That Happening.
My Love.
That Very Same Happening.
Is What You Are.
Spiritual Ignorance.
Separation from Life.
From God.
Is as real as.
An imaginary doer.
That doesn’t exist.
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Knowing Yourself.
Knowing Everything.
Already.
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Never truly forgotten.
Om.
Om.
Om.
Omnipresent.
Omniscient.
Omnipotent.
Om.
Om.
Om.
Wide Open Heart.
Wider than The Earth.
Wider than The Sky.
Wider than The Stars.
Wider than Creation.
Wide Open Heart.
Beating.
Blood Coursing.
Thoughts Of Dry Lips.
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.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 