The Truth of.
This.
Is Undeniable.
Appearing by Itself.
Undivided.
The Truth Of This
brahman
No Matter What
No matter what.
Seems to be happening.
It’s happening by Itself.
And It’s not happening separately.
From Everything Else.
That seems to be happening.
No matter what.
You
If I refer to You.
I don’t mean an imagined owner.
Of The Body.
A thinker of Thoughts.
A doer of Actions.
Because that you doesn’t exist.
I mean the Beautiful, Vibrant, Powerful.
Human Event that You are.
Not separate from.
The Beautiful, Vibrant, Powerful.
Event Of The Totality Of Life.
The Happening Of This Moment.
This.
Nebulae
Nebulae.
And.
Fingernail Clippings.
Daisy And Rose
Daisy looked at Rose.
And thought Rose was something.
To aspire to.
Something to become.
What Daisy didn’t realise.
Was they were both Nature.
Both were Life Happening.
Both were God.
And the only Difference.
Was a Difference in Appearance.
Far Simpler
It’s far simpler.
For The Brain.
To create the Illusion of a doer.
Than it would be.
For an imagined doer.
To control The Brain.
Answers And States
You may find Yourself searching.
For the right Answer.
Or the right State.
But there isn’t a right Answer.
Because there isn’t a wrong Answer.
And there isn’t a right State.
Because there isn’t a wrong State.
All there is, is This.
I Quietly Whispered
I Quietly Whispered.
God?
And Everything Roared.
Every Appearance
Every Appearance.
Appears.
Dances.
And returns Home.
The Home It never left.
Divine Redemption
The Search For Truth.
Has to be ultimately futile.
Because Truth is unavoidable.
And there isn’t a someone separate from Truth.
That could find it.
Everything eventually ends.
With Divine Failure.
And ultimately.
Divine Redemption.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 