The body is sometimes apparent and going about its business, and sometimes it is not. And yet the mind is wholly quiet; there is no conflict within it. There is no belief in separation, nor fear of Love. No endless chattering about this and that and what this and that entail. No notions of control, no requirements for survival, no desire for doingness. No empty void to be filled.
No thoughts of to do lists, no calendar of appointments, no casting of worldly news, no motivation for getting on stage or for going somewhere “else”. No anticipation for the future nor regret for the past. No wondering, no hypothesizing, no intellectual curiosity, no thinkingness. Nothing to seek for. Nothing better out there, nothing less, nothing more, nothing wrong that needs to be set right. No outcomes necessary.
No worries about the temporary nature of the flesh; no idea of death. No concept of “should” vs “shouldn’t”. No differences; nothing out of alignment. Everything unfolds of its own accord, directed by Divinity. No end in sight to the beauty of now.
All is perfect – there is nobody home to say otherwise.
Darcie French 