
What effort.
Does it take.
To feel the cold rain.
On your face?
To hear the birds.
Singing in the morning?
To taste the sweetness of sugar?
Or the sourness of a lemon?
What effort.
Does it take.
To be what you are?

What effort.
Does it take.
To feel the cold rain.
On your face?
To hear the birds.
Singing in the morning?
To taste the sweetness of sugar?
Or the sourness of a lemon?
What effort.
Does it take.
To be what you are?

Tig!
You’re It!

The Infinite.
Coursing through your veins.

The Highest Truth.
Baaaaaaaa.

One Light.
Shining.
In All.
As All.
Through All.

You are a divine happening.
You are a miracle.
As you are.
Everything is.
There is only this Miracle.
This.
All This.
As it is.
Right now.

This happening.
This expression.
Everything as it should be.

The core of the Sun.
At 15,000,000 degrees.
The oven at 220.
Thoughts of Sunday lunch.

Just Life.
Just This.

It’s This.
The infinite.
All inclusive.
Automatic.
Choiceless.
Happening of this moment.
And that’s it.