When all the leaves of our experience are shed, and even the outer petals—of what we once thought we were—are released, all that remains is the heart of the rose, the center of love.
Here we rest upon a new shore where there is nothing more that we have to be. This place is void of expectation, trying, adjusting to an outer world where we do not belong—because that world is not real, its reality not true.
We are quite simple the rose, the light that has always been. We are that truth inside of us, pure and untouched by the terrain we have followed and the experience we have known.
We have always been this: just the rose with those delicate inner petals nestled close to the heart of our truth and the Divine.
There we see that life and our spiritual journey has never been about becoming—trying to be. Our life's true meaning and purpose has simply been to release what is not true, to cast the petals of falsehood to the wind, and there, at last, to rest in our heart—as our heart—in the hands of the Divine as just the rose of our truth and inner experience.
There is nothing more than this.
Here we rest upon a new shore where there is nothing more that we have to be. This place is void of expectation, trying, adjusting to an outer world where we do not belong—because that world is not real, its reality not true.
We are quite simple the rose, the light that has always been. We are that truth inside of us, pure and untouched by the terrain we have followed and the experience we have known.
We have always been this: just the rose with those delicate inner petals nestled close to the heart of our truth and the Divine.
There we see that life and our spiritual journey has never been about becoming—trying to be. Our life's true meaning and purpose has simply been to release what is not true, to cast the petals of falsehood to the wind, and there, at last, to rest in our heart—as our heart—in the hands of the Divine as just the rose of our truth and inner experience.
There is nothing more than this.
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