Friday, February 2, 2018

With My Consent

I am awareness. Everything else is an illusion, a mystery. But the mystery is in me, projected from me. What fear can I have of what appears?

I am the field in which all of this arises. The play is played, the music heard. It is but entertainment. I am unaffected.

Joy only in what is revealed. It does not affect me. Good or bad, a dream only. I enjoy it. 

All resolves into me, as I am, as I was, and will be. Nothing happened. But all was good fun.

Sound and fury appearing in stillness. Nothing to fear or change. All happens with my consent.

What could be better than this?

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