So, you want to find happiness?

Well, what is there to find? You don’t find happiness. It becomes you. It starts as a tiny spark in the centre of your Being, a miniscule explosion. And then, an unmistakable warmth- racing through your veins and up your spine. Suddenly you find yourself surrounded in it, enveloped by it, like a hug from All that Is.

You don’t ever look for that, my love. You simply create it.

That spark is you, that warmth is you- so it always was. You Are the explosion. Don’t you see? You cannot lose what you already Are.

That is why there is nothing to find.

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