There is a mystery that is all around us and inside of us waiting to express itself. Unnoticed, it persists, radiating magical life, for this is the miracle of miracles: life itself.
And you know who you are? You are life. This is it. You are the miracle, you are life expressing itself, you are life noticing itself expressing itself. You are the miracle watching the miracle.
And how does this feel, how does it feel to be part of the miracle, how does it feel to be its essence?
If we allow that there could have been nothing, nothing at all, then how unlikely is it that there is something? And more than something: this, in all its majesty.
We, who could perhaps have been nothing, are part of something utterly amazing: we are utterly amazing. There is icing on the cake too: that is to notice the miracle of being; and there is a candle.
Don't you just love this living thing.
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