There is never a need.
To become.
To reach.
To attain.
That.
Which you always, already are.
Month: September 2019
Whatever The Weather
Whatever the weather.
There is nobody doing it.
Whatever the state of the body.
The mind.
The thoughts.
The feelings.
There is nobody doing it.
Nothing Divides
Nothing divides.
This Moment.
Clouds Forming
Clouds forming.
Synapses firing.
Not two separate events.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 