A mess of May blossom, abundance of petals floating gently to floor creating a snow like covering A natural mess that cleans up after itself

Nothing to posses. Nothing to pretend. Nothing to do. Nothing remains. Because there is nothing. Find yourself. Just Being. Love.

With you, I am always home. I am always where you are. With you, I am always home. Home. Always home. Home. I am home.

Are we not it all? Then, why limit ourselves. Surrender to the nectar of Love. Surrender to the Bliss of eternity. Just Be. Just Show Up.

"Proverbs of Hell" from William Blake (1757-1827) from "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell".

Just show up . Being, without doing anything. That is what showing up is all about. As simple and complicated as it is.

Decide and make a choice. Until you realise that you never had a choice. But to surrender to Love. Love is the only way.

Love of my lives. Love of my essence. My Love. My other Self. My true Self. Awake. Oh My Anamchara. Awake. Le temps revient.

We are healing with the Earth. No need to look without. Dive within. Within you will find. We are one.