
There is nothing.
That does not belong.

There is nothing.
That does not belong.

The entirety.
Of this very moment.
Happens by itself.
And is therefore.
Nothing other than.
Utter perfection.

Leaf unfurls.
Feelings stir.

Not a single drop of dew.
Out of place.

Life is omnipotence.
Life does not make mistakes.

Love excludes nothing.
What? This feeling?
Yes, that feeling.
This thought?
Yes, that thought.
What? Everything?
Yes, everything.
Love is everything.

Despite popular belief.
You do not make your life happen.
You are life happening.

Time spent.
At the beach.
On long Summer days.
Never touched.
By a single wave.
Only ever touched.
By the ocean.

Every movement.
Is a movement of the ocean.
No wave out of place.
No wave lost.
No wave wrong.
For there is no wave.
Only ocean.

Thoughts often arise.
Saying there’s something wrong.
With what’s appearing.
In this moment.
And there isn’t.
Ever.
–
All appearances.
Are That.