Life is simple.

It’s just happening.

All of It.

None of This.

Will ever be the same again.

There’s nobody here.

There’s only Life.

Functioning.

Happening.

One hundred billion.

Brain cells.

Which one are you controlling?

Nothing becomes One.

Everything is One.

The process.

The happening.

That you are.

Is out of your hands.

The next impulse.

The next urge.

Life plays out.

Life is one happening.

This happening.

And everything is That.

Already.

Nothing left to search for.

Nothing left to find.

But the happening of this moment.

Flowers open.

Leaves uncurl.

Thoughts arise.

Actions happen.