There is Truth.

Right here.

Right now.

That’s not an idea.

That’s not a concept.

That’s impossible to overlook.

Just This.

Only This.

 

Undivided.

Existence.

Expressing.

 

There is.

No place.

To get to.

You are here.

Here right now.

Already.

A happening.

Within this greater happening.

This infinite happening.

Happening right here.

Right now.

In this moment.

 

Days grow shorter.

Nights grow longer.

Winter draws in.

All by itself.

 

 

It’s strange.

To be talking about.

Success and failure.

Right and wrong.

Pleasure and pain.

Good and bad.

Peace and suffering.

Enlightened and unenlightened.

When it’s all just Life happening.

Life happening.

This happening.

This.

 

 

Flowers by the stream.

Doing nothing to be.

Happening.

Happening.

Happening.

 

 

The infinite.

Isness.

Of the entire Universe.

Is the same.

Isness.

As that eyelash.

Upon your cheek.

Your blinking eyes.

Are not separate.

From the rays of sunlight.

Shining through the clouds.

Not separate.

From God.

 

 

There is nobody.

Living their life.

There is.

Life happening.

 

The Drop.

Tries.

The Drop.

Waits.

To become The Ocean.

When it already.

Is.

And always.

Was.

The Ocean.

Nothing but.

The Ocean.

 

The Energy of Life.

Expressing as Everything.

Flowing freely.

Like a Mountain Stream.

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Nothing changing.

Nothing staying the same.