There’s nowhere to get.

There’s no escaping THIS.

Busy searching for Home.

And you never left The House.

See that you don’t make yourself happen.

See that nothing makes itself happen.

See that everything is a happening.

See that all there is, is This Happening.

Seamless.

Whole.

Complete.

When stars.

Touch your eyelids.

You know you’re Home.

There are no levels in Life.

Just infinite variety of Expression.