What if three unwanted, unasked for, fear based,
thoughts arose and said:
"What if she/he leaves me?" - "What if they die tomorrow?"
"What if I die today?"
Relax, only a "thought leaves." Thought is the only death. What is HERE never leaves. What beats this heart and pumps the blood is pure love. "This" is listening to the falling rain and the rustle of the wind in the leaves. "This" is the puppy on this lap. "This" is the hand stroking her.
Beloved, eternal, love without end, "This" never leaves its Self.
Check it out! Here, IAM. Listen! Be still!
Always here, loving, watching, untouched by the delusions of the mind. In the "silent opening" is the orange pink sunset at the end of a summers day, each unique song of every creature, the mid-night sky, infinity beyond words, and worlds within worlds.
Here IAM. Sh-h-h-h ...keep quiet.
I am always with You, for IAM the formless You,
and everything and no-thing alike.
