Story Time

Tell me the life of your story,
and I'll tell you mine.
Tell me about love, happiness, and heartbreak,
chocolate, science, and rainbows.

Tell me about One, looking like two,
or about One being nothing,
and everything.

Nothing doesn't stop something from appearing.

Does Being prefer a smile to a tear?
I don't think so,
not unless you do..

Whatever you want
is wanting.

Whomever you love,
is already love.

Whenever you hurt, Being is there.

The very fabric of your story, my story,
is the sweet breath of Being, loving to be.

No possibility of wanting something else,
unless you do..
No desire to alter what is,
unless you do..

The "me" and the "you" are the absolute
expressions of what is, right now.

Oneness loving to be, as you, as me.

Cherished, welcomed, loved and desired.
Not as an object, but as the very essence of
unavoidable, irresistible.

There is no escaping.
However Beingness appears is exactly how it must appear.
Until appearing as something else.

In the swirling kaleidoscope of what seems to be,
nothing is really happening,
what seems to change is changelessness.

Inside of that secret, the life of the story might
churn and burn.

It's really all right.
No one wants to stop it,
because we can only BE it.

No other choice but
absolute freedom.


Mystic Meandering said...

It is so wonderful to find a "non-dual" perspective that doesn't *deny* "the story" - or existence - or life happening.

"The very fabric of story..." [is Life!] -"the sweet breath of Being loving to be." Yes! Deep resonance here. *Everything* is Life, the seamless experience of Life Being ItSelf! There is such joy in this, such absolute Freedom indeed!

There is such sweet comfort in your words here today...

With gratitude, Christine

Mary said...

Thank you, Christine, for your lovely comment. So glad that something resonated! Always nice to hear that. :-)