The true ability of mind to focus on any so called object and stay with that focus is truly a product of presence itself. This focus is love itself. It is the forever ability of the mind to humble to and be entirely filled with the incredible power of creation which is fulfilled immediately always. It is not coming from a belief system that entertains separation at all or has any doubt whatsoever that joy and bliss are the only reasons for life to be. Without a past memory of fear or pain, no doubt appears in this immediate focus at all. Then focus is the ability to create purely and vastly where every distinction and fear is entirely shed in favour of the sweet aliveness of this moment. The creating from focus then is the creator itself, playing the divine game of seemingly dividing himself beautifully from himself, but only as his divine play. The play is beauty itself and is entirely produced by the vastness and might of even a simple blade of grass. Fear based memory cannot capture this. This belongs to life only.