I love myself
And that would be you
Reality of one
Appearing as two
Appearing as many
Appearing as plenty
Appearing as scarcity
Thinking, pretending
Contracting in thought
Generating fear
Where is God now?
“It can’t be here!”
Oh, my dear
It’s not that severe
It’s friendly and seamless
It’s stunningly clear
No separating
What you speak
And I hear
Dreaming has happened
While you’ve always been here
So, wake up, take a chance
It’s easier still
Move away from the story
And flow into the dance