If there’s a recognition.

That there’s no doer.

Then there’s also a recognition.

That everything is good enough.

Exactly as it is.

–

Everything happening.

Nothing making itself happen.

Not standing apart.

Not separate from.

All that is.

Thoughts.

Blooming.

Like wildflowers.

In the meadow.

On a Summer day.

The destination.

That isn’t a destination.

This, here, now.

The destination you never left.

The destination you were never apart from.

Never separate from.

Never separate.

This, here, now.

No doer.

No sin.

This is redemption.

Nothing exists.

Independently or separately.

From anything else.

In the simplicity.

And undeniability.

Of this very moment.

This, just This.