You are all always with me, and i am always with you. i am you and you are me. Rest the story at the door and enter. No matter how determined and contracted you may appear as, we always meet as one, as Heart. Every meeting appears as two and as Satsang, all notions collapse as One. There is love for your story, there is love for all of what is unfolding, and never, never, is there not seeing mySelf, Self recognizing Self. There is such Beauty in and as the very nature of this sharing. i may laugh with you, i may cry with you, i always feel your pain, your bliss, and never are we apart. You my Beloved, Dear One, are perfection, there is nothing to fix, change, manage. You are always exactly 'where' you are supposed to be. There are no words to offer which can speak to the Love. i am no thing, i am neither here nor there, i am no where. i am the wind, and every breath, every moment, is Devotion, and Devotion collapses in and as the Heart as immanent Love, and this is Grace. Over and over this Divine dance unfolds. Cling nowhere. Be both and neither. Every arising of the i is the invitation to fall in love, to surrender. Every arising of the i is by nature for its very sacrifice to and as Love. To fall in love is to disappear. All inclusive. And this love is True Love, which is bittersweet, taste this. Do not seek the sweet or the bitter. Can the body manage and sustain the ineffable, the scale of unconditional Radiance? Of course, you are That. Everything appears to come and go, what knows this does not come and go. You are eternal, you are my very heart, as Heart, as Grace. My most profound and humble gratitude, and eternal Love.