
There is only.
The seamless whole.

There is only.
The seamless whole.

Out into the garden.
Noticing everything happening.
Noticing the happening that you are.
Noticing the happening of life.
Nothing but the happening of life.
Happening.

Life is one big happening.
With nothing outside of it.
Nothing separate from it.
Nothing other than it.

The process.
Of a flower blooming.
The process.
Of a thought happening.

Seamlessness.

Each and every appearance.
Is simply a variation.
Of what is.

Nothing exists.
Separately.
From the actuality.
The reality.
Of this very moment.

There is only Life.

The entirety of presence.

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