Dropping all againstness. No. Not even dropping it. Not an act, I’ve not deliberately dropped anything, it simply vanished, disappeared into thin air. No more struggling against that which is, against that which is not, trying to transform what is or is not into the opposite position.
Feeling scared. At first.
Feeling ashamed. As well.
And then… those feelings went the same way as all my againstness; one day, simply gone.
Now. A touch of sadness remains, but also tranquility. I am with the isness of it all; nothing more, nothing less. Just that. All of it. In the isness, all that is, and all that is not is contained; held in a space of love where all is, as it is.
You bet! All of it. Every last piece of it. It’s all there.