Old patterns lose their grip as I am no longer party to their charade…
I recognize the wholeness of being, undivided, indivisible…
I recognize the abundance of the Self
That appears as the sunshine
As the smile of a child, as the song of the birds
As the reflection of the sun onto the surface of the pond
As the breath…
I remain as I am
In and as the recognition of the unborn
That I AM
Aware presence
I no longer travel down the rabbit hole
Of me and you
Bad me, good me
Bad you, good you
Poor me, happy me
Better me, worst me
Me and you
Mind stuff
That no longer interest me
No longer fascinate me
As I recognize you as myself
Recognition of everything and everyone
As myself
I am only interested in the Self
The recognition of I AM
Indivisible
All embracing Self
So obvious
When I have the eyes to see
No separation
So it is.