and I am not these words, either. I am the unknowable, the mystery, the oneness which cannot be known by a "someone."
This separate person is an idea.....an imaginary form made out of Isness..
And what is meant by perfect is not good, bad, better or worse - what is meant by perfect is WHAT IS. What is, is perfect.....because it IS. Reality is perfection. It is what it is and it can't be any other way. Who would want it to be different?
This is It. Vibrating beingness. Nothing else.
The world of appearance could just as well be called an explosion of love.....we can call it anything, IT doesn't mind! IT is unconditional love and SEES the dream, the labeling, the thoughts spinning....and LOVES it all.
because It is Love.....not loving Itself, as that makes It into an "object" to be loved....just Love....just Love-ing....just THIS.....just.....
That is the I AM.