Hey. You remember me, don’t you? I’m that feeling you had when you were stood in the bluebell wood during the summer holidays and that sense of right-ness you had when the rain made the hot concrete smell like childhood and the taste of coffee at the airport cafe as you sat down on your suitcase exhausted and tired, halfway across the world and yet somehow totally at home.
I’m the simple such-ness you feel when thoughts seem to float in and out of your mind with no grasping and holding onto any self image. I’m the silent communication you seem to have with people when you look in their eyes. I’m the indescribable is-ness of your own being. We’ve always been together, you and I… we have never been separate, even when it seemed that you were alone or abandoned or forgotten or rejected. I am you and you are me.
In all truth, I am not a me at all. What I am is the no-thing-ness out of which all separate selves appear. I am the light of awareness, dancing as you in all ways. I have always been here and will never leave.
You are perfect just as you are, perfect in all of your imperfections. I do not distinguish between right and wrong, between good and bad, between perfect and imperfect. Everything is welcome in the freedom I am, everything is embraced in this freedom you are. In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s all permitted, it’s all allowed in. Being as you are is the home you long for and you are always being as you are.