
Flowers bloom.
And thoughts of spring.
Happen all by themselves.

Flowers bloom.
And thoughts of spring.
Happen all by themselves.

Whatever’s happening.
It’s This.

There’s nothing wrong.
With anything.
Everything is a happening.
Happening by itself.
A Wave.
On this infinite Ocean.
Of Divine Energy.

Nothing ever fails.
At being.
A perfectly valid.
Expression of Life.

Everything.
Happening.

Shit happens.
And so do you.
– Mr. Hankey

What effort.
Does it take.
To feel the cold rain.
On your face?
To hear the birds.
Singing in the morning?
To taste the sweetness of sugar?
Or the sourness of a lemon?
What effort.
Does it take.
To be what you are?

Tig!
You’re It!

The Infinite.
Coursing through your veins.

The Highest Truth.
Baaaaaaaa.