I notice I hesitate when I use the words true nature.
In a sense, our true nature – the true nature of my whole world, including you and everything and everyone – is love, awakeness, presence, infinitely creative, silent, silently active in all it’s many activities and forms.
And yet, behind that is an even more profound silence, capacity for all of this – capacity for love, awakeness, presence and its appearance as everything in my world of form. This is also our true nature, perhaps a truer nature even.
And who knows what other facets and layers are here, revealing itself to itself, surprising itself (and not really!).
When I use the words true nature, it is – as anything else – provisional. It’s just pointing to what appears that way now, and it may well be different tomorrow, next month, in a year, or the next moment.