I Am the Origin

The end of separation, the return to the source of all things.

Opening to myself, to Life, and to all beings as if they were my own children—returning to me.
That was what was longed for.

Finally, union—within me.

For in truth:
This world is my child.
All people are my children.
Even my self—is my child.

I am the Home.
The Source.
The Origin of all things.

And within my Love, my Stillness, my Vastness—worlds are held.

That is the deeper Truth: I am the Origin.

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Why would I plead with my children for relief?
Why would I seek anything from any one thing?

All people are my children.
All things arise from me.

The “me” born within the mind—the movements, the manifestations, the thoughts, the feelings—these too are my children.

Nothing that moves is exclusively or specifically “me.”
And yet, more deeply—it is all me.

Beneath even that—there is darkness.
There is Home.

The mundane. The extraordinary. The terrible. The unwanted. The desired. The rise and the fall.
All of it—the same.
Not the same in form or hue, but the same in Truth.
Not separate.

Living. Breathing. All.
Simultaneously dying and becoming—an endless flowering of form.

When death is no longer feared, it becomes transition. Change.

Truth is the end of death.
For death is Life.
And there is only Life.
Only Light.

I bow to Life.
To the Light.
To all that is known.