Where is my Support?

When I am connecting to Source

Everything is my support.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I think you are being self-centered

I have left my center.

Nothing can support me

when I've left my center.

Every thing and everyone

is my teacher.

Every encounter is perfectly

reciprocal.

When I lose connection with me

I lose connection with you,

I feel as if you have left me.

But I have left me.

When I am Being

You are able to meet me

I am able to meet you

We are One.

The ego is terrified

of abandonment, of shortage,

of our True Nature.

It contracts, it runs, it thinks,

it calculates, it worries, it accuses,

it blames it attacks, it is a black

hole

that sucks........

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ego thinks, Source Acts

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Support is felt

when we know ourselves

as Source

And when we know everyone and

everything

as Source.

There is nothing to resist

Nothing to deny

Nothing to guard against.

Everything is relating

Everyone is our teacher

We come together to receive each other

and be received by each other

We come together to

Know ourselves

As each other.

Every encounter

is an opportunity

To Love and Expand

To Give and Be Blessed.

There are NO Bad People

If we don't abandon ourselves,

Nothing can harm us.

When I leave my Self,

'Others' move in

to fill the vacuum.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can stand in my Strength

and still feel supported.

I can be soft and surrendered

and still feel supported.

But only when I Occupy Myself

can I find,

and combine

with you.

When we combine

it's reciprocally supportive

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's OK for me to Stay

until you want to separate.

I can separate

whenever I need to.

It's OK to be completely in my Power

and to recognize, and receive you

in yours.

When we combine our energies,

combine our forces

we flow, and we blend.

We are Love

--dHG 10/11/13

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