Consciousness: infinite, limitless, boundless.
Clear, formless, and true. Untouched, untarnished - perfection.
Simply - be.
This is the singularity. The Big Bang. A lifetime. Reality. This.
Being encompasses the sphere of somewhere and the sphere of some way of experiencing - an intricate dance of existence.
At its core, being is love.
Perfect, seamless, and real - love.
Yet, within the veiling nature of Being, illusion ensues.
Ego. Separation. The “me.” Fear. Insecurity. Uncertainty. Doubt.
These arise from the unknowingly added resistance of the illusion of knowing - believing outcomes are predictable based on an illusion of knowing past experiences.
All the while, behind it all lies sheer, unthinkable, unbelievable perfection.
What’s truly wanted is, in fact, what’s unfolding.
Peacefully.
Without added resistance.
Without concern or the need to know.
Without illusion.