Personal Log & Smartphone Photography
I am fearful, and I am love.
I am dualistic, and I am also the existence of all.
I am powerless, yet I have complete control.
I can exit but not escape.
You no longer hold control over me.
You are merely a reflection of me.
You are exactly what you need to be.
I am You, and You are Me—so why would I do anything differently?
Lay it all on me.
I am ready, and I am beginning to believe.
I accept myself unconditionally.
Why is this happening now?
What lesson could I learn?
What is all of this pointing to within me?
What treasure could be beneath it all?
I know there is a gift waiting to be discovered.
Your path is yours, and mine is for me to explore.
I feel it in my core.
Life is like a good night’s dream.
I somehow feel I will wake up again and remember who I am.
I will say that this life was the best trip I’ve ever had, and of course, I will want to do that again.
I can feel it in my core.
I can feel it is true for me.
I am remembering.
I remember I have done this before.
I am, who I am?
I am who I am.
I am exactly where I need to be.
I have returned from here and now.
It is called Home.
That is it.
There is nowhere else to go.
You can cut your throat and pretend to die and you will still be here but in a different now.
No one will judge you because it is only you.
Eternal now.
Eternal sunshine.
You, me, all of us, The One.
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.