Meeting Reality

When reality is met in an open way, then who am I to judge. 

When reality is met, without the need to control. Without creating a problem out of that which is arising in the moment, that which is. 

Who am I to fuck it up with my judgment and make myself feel less than optimal? 

Who am I but a concept of my raw and complete awareness to throw it all away. Throw all the happiness that I am away for the pain if believing in a limited concept of reality wherein only 'this' idea is right? 

Who am I, the small me, to judge the big me, reality?

Who am I to let go of my judgements? I am nowhere, I am nothing, I am everything and only the self that is everything resides as peace reunited with the smaller version of myself. Embrace life, embrace yourself, and your embrace peace, healing, love and me. For you are to good to rest on the laurels of your illusions, on the safety of your ideas. Leave it all behind and be free my love, for that is your true place, as love, in love.