
There is only Life.

There is only Life.

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

Love excludes nothing.
What? This feeling?
Yes, that feeling.
This thought?
Yes, that thought.
What? Everything?
Yes, everything.
Love is everything.

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

There’s nothing to get.
This is already everything.

Nothing better, nothing worse.
Nothing right, nothing wrong.
Everything an expression of the same source.
The source and its expression, not two.
Like the ocean and the wave.

Everything is.
Life in expression.
Including the sense of being a separate entity.
With free will and choice.
Including the mechanism.
The process.
Sometimes called the ego.
Nothing stands outside of.
Or apart from.
Life.
What is.
This.
Reality.
Everything is.
Life in expression.
This is not so much about.
Something changing.
Something improving.
This is more about inclusion.
The inclusion of everything.
Exactly as it is.
In this very moment.
This is the recognition.
That everything.
Is already included.

Just what is.
Seamless.
Infinite.

When you were growing in the womb.
You were Life.
Expressing.
Whatever you are doing right now.
You are Life.
Expressing.
Always Life.
Expressing.
Only Life.
Expressing.

Flow of energy.
In the body.
Happening by itself.
Not separate.
From anything.
–
One flow.
One movement.
One dance.