A single grain of sand.

Is not worth less.

Than anything else in existence.

Just because it IS.

That feeling.

Making itself obvious.

Right now.

Is an expression of Life.

It’s happening by itself.

With nobody making it happen.

Force majeure.

Do you know.

What is going to happen.

In the next five minutes?

Everything is happening.

Spontaneously.

Now.

Everything that is.

Belongs.

Its very existence.

Is its validity.

This.

Is one Song.

The melody can be heard.

In the tap tap of raindrops on the gutter.

In the wind whistling down the back alley.

In the beeping of the garbage truck as it reverses.

And in the beating of your heart.

Sitting quietly.

Making no effort.

Life happens.

All by itself.

One thousand stars.

Overhead.

I awaken.

To fresh snow.

Ultimate Reality.

Encompasses all that is.

Even.

Identification.

As a separate.

Independently existing.

Self.

When there isn’t one.

Dark clouds.

Come rolling in.

Rain on the window.

Thoughts of sunnier days.