It all ways was, is and will be forever, only the light.

Even the darkest folds of the human dream are made of light—just shaped in such a way that it forgets itself for a while. But the light never stops being the light. The unfolding however it appears is never wrong. It may twist and contract, blaze and shatter, soften and vanish—but it never ceases to be the perfect ever deeper becoming of itself.

What appears as pain, confusion, resistance— suffering - it’s still the light… veiled, learning its own texture, loving itself home.....back into full...embodied remembrance.

There is only ever light… dreaming.

And you… dear One....are the perfect unfolding awakening of that dream.