Hello my loves, In the most profound sense, you have nothing to lose Your identity is a mirage An appearance Without substance Though it often carries the weight of granite Granite too is Born of senses and imagination Not inherently anything more than a Movement of Consciousness Liable to transmute into No Thing Without warning Obeying no laws But Itself. You are afraid To live in a world without substance But as with so many of Your fears It is utterly groundless You see The world IS Love. That's all it is. There is nothing else. You are afraid to die Another groundless fear What you ARE Was never born And so can't die. This Love That masquerades As you Simply Gave itself your name And will take it back When finished It is the ecstatic dance Of Love A whirl Of Pleasure and pain Joy and sorrow Gain and loss Constantly changing Going everywhere And Nowhere Without end. [[Wayne]]