This.

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All This.

Unconditionally.

Is The Expression.

Of The One Source.

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The One Appearing As The Many.

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Absolute Power.

Absolute Love.

Totally Indescribable.

Totally Inconceivable.

And yet.

Totally Familiar.

Like an Oldest and Dearest Friend.

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Closer Than Breath.

The Dance Of Every Atom.

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God’s Love.

For You.

Is So Great.

So Without Bounds.

So All Encompassing.

So Absolute.

That He Is Being You.

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She Alone Is.

All-One.

Nothing separate.

Nothing left out.

Nothing forgotten.

Everything Held.

Embraced.

Penetrated.

And Filled.

With, By and As.

The Divine.

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This.

Oh Great Light.

How You Pretend to Hide.

With Your Countless Names.

In Your Myriad of Forms.

An Honest Look.

At This Very Moment.

This Is It.

No Matter What It Looks Like.

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May Ideas Of Being Something Else.

Or Being Somewhere Else.

Crumble.

There is no stopping.

The Flow Of Life.

The River is far too Mighty.

Almighty.

May It Take You.

May It Surrender You.

May It Drown You.

And Consume You.

Flowing In You As You.

Bursting through all Barriers.

Tearing down all Walls.

And Lift You Up.

Lift You High.

Resurrect You.

And Carry You.

As It Always Has.