Confession

A flower makes no effort to spring from its seed. So you spring gracefully from the seed of your own Awareness, because you cannot possibly be other than You.

The final liberation is just to repose as you are, right now, before you even have a thought. There is no other path, no other blessing, no other pain, no other grace. This is why Jesus said, "Take no thought... just behold the lilies of the field."

Imagine how it feels for a rose to be nothing but a rose? For a wild lilac to be this galaxy of fragrances? Why be anyone else? In fact, suffering arises from the very effort to be other than I Am.

To repose in the Self is not passivity, but the ultimate dynamism, the regenerative power of surrender to the force of creation. Resting as you are cannot but release the germ from its seed, the action that the universe longs to perform through your unique presence.

Light cannot help but burst out of darkness. Confess that you are powerless to do anything about it. How else will you get through this devastating miracle, the fierce onslaught of Now?

Ecstasy cannot be avoided. The cosmos blossoms right here, in quiddity and suchness. If we knew the truth, we would run naked through the supermarket, shouting, "This just Is! This just Is!"


Artist: Linda Gadbois