Not standing apart.

Not separate from.

All that is.

 

Thoughts.

Blooming.

Like wildflowers.

In the meadow.

On a Summer day.

 

 

The destination.

That isn’t a destination.

This, here, now.

The destination you never left.

The destination you were never apart from.

Never separate from.

Never separate.

This, here, now.

 

No doer.

No sin.

This is redemption.

 

Nothing exists.

Independently or separately.

From anything else.

In the simplicity.

And undeniability.

Of this very moment.

This, just This.

 

 

 

This is Love.

This Moment.

This all inclusive Everything.

Pure Unconditional Love.

Expressing through, in and as.

All That Is.

 

 

There is already.

Complete surrender.

To whatever is expressing itself.

In this moment.

–

Both surrender and resistance.

Have the same source.

Are born from the same womb.

Just as all that is.

–

Must the snowflake surrender to the flame?

 

 

This moment.

As it is.

Is already it.

This Moment.

Full of Everything.

 

 

There is Truth.

Right here.

Right now.

That’s not an idea.

That’s not a concept.

That’s impossible to overlook.

Just This.

Only This.