Today I feel disconnected to all that has passed. I am not that person. But I am not any person, it seems. I am still in creation. I have no sense of time. I can’t recall what went by. Nor what is to come. I only know now and the sprinkling of love that is filtering through this moment in space.
This love is the true essence of me. This is what is creating me. Evolving within me. This essence is the Sun of Love. Brilliantly shining within the core of me. Radiating out into space from me. But which me is me. It is not the me that was me. It is the me that is always me. The monad of the wise. The bringers of truth and stellar wisdom is the path of that truth.
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