
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.

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.

The entirety of presence.

All ideas.
Of becoming.
Evaporate.
And it’s just about the sound of the rain.

There are no rules.
Nothing to achieve.
Nothing to be.
Nothing not to be.

Vastness.
There is nothing else.