THIS.

Expresses itself.

As a very ordinary life.

A tickle in the throat.

The remainders of breakfast.

Stuck in the teeth.

A stuffy nose.

Dry eyes.

A slightly stiff neck.

The ringing of church bells.

The smell of butter still on the lips.

The back of the hand wiping the mouth.

The smell of butter still on the lips.

The smell of butter on the back of the hand.

The everyday is the extraordinary.

THIS is all the little mundane miracles.

The Relative IS The Absolute.

There is only The Absolute.

There is only THIS.

…….

Chop wood, carry water.

Eat breakfast, wipe mouth.

…….

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All there is, is “This”.

This “ultimate creative universal energy”.

This “infinite”.

This “everything”.

Happening right here, right now, always and everywhere.

All by itself.

Without anybody doing any of it.

And this is what you are.

What everything is.