Things that aren’t appear as though they are.

My every problem has but one common source:

My unwillingness to see the truth.

Yet, all is settled.

All is well.

The script is written.

I am already Home.

The world looks like a complicated place.

That’s done for one collective purpose:

To keep us here, believing we are bodies.

Yet all is settled.

All is well.

The script is written.

We are already Home.

Fear keeps me blind and bound in shame.

Trapped in a trap of my own making:

Only forgiveness opens the prison’s door.

Still, all is settled.

All is well.

The script is written.

We never left Home.

When I am ready, I will see the path.

Truth comes only to a willing mind:

I am determined to do my work.

All is settled.

All is well.

The script is written.

We are always One.