Notes
Perfection. I am in sheer amazement of the beauty and marvel of the world all running around me...the always busy ants...the jumping fish...the sunning turtles...the crying hawk...the tree sapplings...and on and on. All a part of the infinite running machine that is life in living form. I am in sheer amazement of the beauty and marvel of all that is me running inside me...and how everything just runs in perfect sync in accordance to the infinite running machine that is life in living form. It is all one...it is always perfect. It can be no other way.
The moment I see the imperfect in ANYTHING...is the moment I have forgotten one thing...separation has taken over...and dysfunction begins.