There is only the Whole

June 26

It is in the release that the arrow finds its mark, not in the effort of pulling back.

Sin is defined in the literal and true sense as missing the mark. The only mark that is ever missed is one that you did not focus on, take aim for, or release into.

There is no right or wrong, up or down, here or there in the cosmic and whole. There is only the whole of. Like in a circle—is there one point anywhere within a circle that is more important or more defined than anywhere else? No. It is part of a whole.

It is only when one begins dissecting, analyzing, or disassembling into piles for comparison—dividing the whole—that it ever seems there are differences for comparison. You may do this, like dividing blocks for children to play with, for entertainment, for fun. But at the end of the day, when the children have lost interest or gone home, the blocks may be put away, and they lose the divisiveness or meaning they held by the children.

That is the way of all of you. There is only whole, complete, and love.

It is the dividing, conquering, and hoarding of any that makes it seem anything other than that. It isn’t wrong—it is only child’s play with higher stakes. Or what seems like higher stakes.

You’ll all return home at the end of your playdate—each having done what you set out to do: to play with.

So have fun with what you do—whether it is gather and keep or distribute and connect—all is just a game of building and expansion.

It’s the fun you had in the playroom of life that is what lingers and lasts.