It’s just THIS.

All THIS.

Happening by itself.

Too simple?

Breath in.

Breath out.

Thoughts come.

Thoughts go.

Sun shines.

Rain falls.

Clouds come.

Clouds go.

Identification happens.

Detachment happens.

Pain happens.

Joy happens.

Snow falls.

Ice melts.

Flowers bloom.

Flowers wilt.

Contraction.

Expansion.

Suffering happens.

Peace happens.

Breath in.

Breath out.

The Ever Changing.

You are a Note.

In The Symphony Of The Universe.

The Music Of Existence.

Filling your entire Being.

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How can a Note be separate from The Music?

Fear.

Excitement.

Panic.

Lust.

The divinity.

Of a pounding human heart.

There is no real difference.

Between master and student.

Tree and river.

Nothing is closer to the Truth.

Nothing is further away.

All are included in What Is.

Everything is the expression of Life.

Exactly as it is.

My beat up old guitar.

Stands in the corner.

The reason I don’t bother to strum or pluck?

It’s plugged in.

And sounds pretty good.

Just humming away.

All by itself.

I stand in the forest.

Surrounded by Nature.

Life all around me.

Absorbed in The Happening.

The smell of damp earth.

The sound of the wind in the trees.

A gentle rain touches my cheek.

A breath.

The Happening that I am.

The same Happening.

A seahorse.

Doesn’t search for enlightenment.

It just simply is.

What it is.

This one infinite creative universal energy.

This Absolute.

Being seahorse.

Doing seahorse.

And this is what you are.

What everything is.

So dust is made of the same “stuff” as you are.

What’s stopping you from turning into a pile of dust?

You?

You’re beautiful.

Like a rainbow.