What if this happens? What if the bills go unpaid? What if I get sick? The realm of what if is a divine-less future. Here I’m on my own. Non-real is this place. A God-less domain of fear. Life drains out of me. Breath is held too tight. Joy and peace are all but gone. Darkness seems darker. Nurturance has left. IF-LAND is NO place to be. A self-bound prison. But, what is right now? What is the task this moment? What is before me? The realm of what is, is heavenly graced presence. Here, the One walks close. The small self dissolves. Now spacious room for the Real. My true Self appears. A quiet calmness where harmony governs allows trust and love. A place where bliss is. IS-LAND is THE place to be. My own ship I steer. [[Sunny-Cat]]