Life is one big happening.
With nothing outside of it.
Nothing separate from it.
Nothing other than it.
Life is one big happening.
With nothing outside of it.
Nothing separate from it.
Nothing other than it.
The process.
Of a flower blooming.
The process.
Of a thought happening.
Seamlessness.
Each and every appearance.
Is simply a variation.
Of what is.
Nothing exists.
Separately.
From the actuality.
The reality.
Of this very moment.
It is Life.
Expressing.
As an apparent contracted individual.
Searching to become that.
Which it already is.
That which it always has been.
There is only Life.