We are born into this world as innocence, an in innocence we pass out of this world. In between, an innocence precedes and continues behind all doing, feeling, thinking, pretending, confusing and healing. We are innocent in our guilt. It is even our innocence that gives us a sense of guilt. Could guilt sense itself? No. It is the unending sun of innocence that shines from the heart as an inseparable light of who and what we are.
Relax in this innocence. Let its clarity and potency undo the lie of inner condemnation. Let innocence bless this touch, this breath and this mind. Let innocence shine upward and downward, to the left and the right, into the past and into the future.
Go softly as innocence. She was only ever a heartbeat away.
Here, I am always, already Innocent
“The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.”