Body.
Brain.
Functioning.
Like.
Flowers.
Trees.
Birds and Bees.
Birds And Bees
unconditionallove
Nothing’s Wrong
Nothing’s wrong.
Nothing’s wrong at all.
And never was.
It may be hard.
It may be tough.
It may be painful.
It may be uncomfortable.
It may be stressful.
It may be heartwrenching.
It may be total hell.
But nothing is wrong.
Nothing is ever wrong.
Nothing.
That which expresses Itself.
In and as All That Is.
Is The Highest Intelligence.
Absolute Intelligence.
Anything that appears.
Is a Variation Of Itself.
Nothing but Itself.
All there is, is That.
This.
Right now.
No Mistakes.
Nothing’s wrong.
There Is All This
There Is All This.
But no you.
Already The Universe
You Are.
Already.
The Universe.
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Uni Versus.
One Turned.
One Happening.
Universus.
Combined into One.
Whole.
Darkest Moments
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.
Ever Shining
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.
All Apparent Things
God.
God.
God.
All Apparent Things.
In.
God.
God.
God.
In And As.
All Apparent Things.
God.
God.
God.
Om
Om.
Om.
Om.
Omnipresent.
Omniscient.
Omnipotent.
Om.
Om.
Om.
In And As Everything
I Am, God.
I Am, Love.
I Am.
I Am.
I Am.
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.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 