If what I AM is the source of absolutely everything,
what could I possibly want?
Beingness delights in what is...
what will be, or what was, has no meaning,
except in the weaving of a story..
The dream of past and future is beautiful (or not),
but nothing trumps what is,
because even the dream is only ever here, now,
appearing in what I AM.
There is no escape from what I AM,
the dream character is not able to detach from anything..
Oneness cannot separate into pieces.
There is only This, appearing as it does,
and there is no separation, anywhere.
Show me something that is not YOU,
and I'll show you how Love dreams..