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

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

All there is, is That.
Just This.
Doing what it does.
–
Life is one, all inclusive, impersonal event.
Appearing apparently personal.
Appearing as multiple apparent things.
Appearing as all that appears.
Excluding nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
–
This is Life.
Just This.
Doing what it does.

Each tree.
Grows.
Without a doer.
Leaves open.
Fruit ripens.
Without a doer.
So too.
The human being.
There is no doer.
There is no separate self.

There is no becoming.
Everything is already This.
This is already Everything.

That feeling.
Arising right now.
Is as impersonal.
As the wind.

No inside.
No outside.
Just The Happening.

Leaf unfurls.
Feelings stir.

Each and every.
Apparent flaw.
Is the spontaneous expression.
Of universal energy.
Each and every.
Apparent flaw.
Is a divine flaw.
–
Not really a flaw.
At all.

Not a single drop of dew.
Out of place.

The clouds.
The Sun.
These eyes.
These tears.
This pain.
The same movement.