Nothing stands apart from.
Or separate from.
The Infinite.
Ever Flowing.
Undivided.
Expression Of Life.
There is no separate self.
Expressing itself.
Doing itself.
Or making itself happen.
All there is.
Is The Infinite.
Ever Flowing.
Undivided.
Expression Of Life.
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Beautiful Lotus Flower.
On Still Pond.
Reflecting Sky.
Reflecting Universe.
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OM SO HUM 🕉
Just as.
There is no beater.
Of The Heart.
There is no thinker.
Of Thoughts.
Birds Flying.
Across The Sky.
No Questions.
Of Right or Wrong.
Just Life Unfolding.
All.
One.
Dance.
Of Fire.
When All Concepts.
Come To Rest.
All That Is Left.
Is The Absolute Simplicity.
Of The Undivided Present Moment.
The Face Of God.
There is often.
A Focus.
On an apparent.
“my life”.
When in Reality.
All there is.
Is The Whole.
The Entirety.
Of Life.
Happening.
Boundaries.
And Borders.
That were never really there.
Soften.
And Melt Away.
Completely.
The.
White.
Face Melting.
Heat.
Of.
Pure Divine Love.
Nothing Is Happening.
Everything Is Happening.
Both True.
At The Same Time.
The Brain doesn’t like it.
But.
If A Lump Of Clay.
Is Formed into A Giraffe.
Then A Monkey.
Then A Fish.
Then A Tiger.
Then A Clown.
What actually happened?
Nothing Ever Happened.
Clay was Always Clay.
But.
It’s so Beautiful.
To Appreciate Clay.
Being A Giraffe.
Being A Monkey.
Being A Fish.
Being A Tiger.
Being A Clown.
That’s what Clay Does.
That’s The Point.
You Are.
Fine As You Are.
Totally.
Completely.
Obviously.
If You Care To Look.
You Are Not Making Yourself Exist.
You Are Not Doing Yourself.
You Are Not Making Yourself Happen.
Are You?
Full.
Fucking.
Stop.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 