Wind In The Trees


Watch the wind.

In the trees.

If you can.

Far away.

On a hill.

Branches swaying.

Leaves rustling.

Birds flying overhead.


Coming to rest.

There is no separation.

The wind.

The trees.

The leaves.

The birds.

Your eyes.

Your brain.

One expression.

Of one energy.


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.

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