This is the fear.
I am not the fear.
This is a feeling.
It shows the way through.
I am not the feeling.
See.
This is an interpretation.
There are other interpretations.
This is a reaction.
I am not a reaction.
The reaction shows the way.
This is life.
Life is.
I'm beautiful. Of course I am. Everybody is.
There is no comparing your gorgeousness with mine. But it's present in exactly the same amount.
And it's not to my credit that I know I'm beautiful. And it's not anyone's fault if they are not aware of their innate beauty.
Beauty is in the perception of the beholder. It's only the degree to which you believe the thoughts you have about ugliness that affects how you perceive yourself.
And when there's nothing in the way of just seeing, beauty is seen.
Not living with uncertainty, more like uncertainty, living.
Knowing not knowing.
Making provisional plans about imaginary outcomes.
Mind wanting to impose its own order. Its own imaginary control.
The sense that a bigger range of animal instincts are becoming apparent.
Realising that these animal instincts have always been in charge.
I thought I had a lot to lose but in the end it's all just cosmic rearrangement.
