“When you want to know or tap-in to that stream of true you that runs beneath, you need only drill down, and the fresh wellspring will shoot up and wash your cares away, and cleanse you of the illusions that can plague your everyday existence.”
Your own knowings and understandings increase with each day and month and year, and yet that which you truly are is a constant, like a deep river under the ground.
And when you want to know or tap-in to that stream of true you that runs beneath, you need only drill down, and the fresh wellspring will shoot up and wash your cares away, and cleanse you of the illusions that can plague your everyday existence.
For it is with these surges of clear-knowing-understanding-reality-being that the true self can reveal herself to you in myriad and marvelous ways. For all that you are and all that you continue, and will continue, to be is ever in that stream and pool of oneness with the overall Self.
This is a forever and in-the-present sort of beingness. For whenever you delve into the very depth and essence of who and what you are, this stream of wellness will bubble up into what it is you are experiencing.
We know that the conscious awareness of this will always fall short, so to speak, in its ability to articulate to you what this truly is. But that is “no mind,” “no matter,” for whether it is fully comprehended does not change the reality of who and what it is.
You can be forever in the wellspring of this “miracle” for it continues through every moment and experience of your life here.
But what matters most is your own willingness to embrace that glory of who you are and what the connection of that uniqueness is to the greater and greater Whole of Beingness.
The Sunflower Seed
Every sunflower seed has its own shell and meat inside. Every one.
But they are part of the sunflower as a whole. And the sunflower is part of a field of sunflowers. And the field is part of a greater whole.
And so it is that the sunflower seed can see herself as something whole and separate, or as the flower, or as the field of flowers, and on it goes.
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