Each thought, feeling, impulse and urge.

The expression of a power and intelligence.

That is beyond comprehension.

Your very ordinary.

Everyday life.

This very moment.

All inclusive.

Infinite.

 

 

This.

Is.

The Sacred Land.

 

 

A drop.

Thought it needed to return to the ocean.

And then realised.

It had never not been water.

 

 

It’s not that there’s a somebody.

And then there’s nobody.

There never was anybody.

 

 

The mind.

The thought process.

Is not the enemy.

Thoughts arise and are expressed.

Like snowflakes.

Like flowers.

Blooming in the meadow.

–

Nothing stands apart.

From the happening of Life.

There is nothing.

That should not be happening.

 

 

There are no waves.

There is only ocean.

 

 

Why would you.

Need to find the way home.

If you’d never left home?

 

 

No need to find.

The Obvious.

No need to search for.

The Obvious.

No need to merge with.

The Obvious.

No need to become one with.

The Obvious.

–

The Obvious.

Already This.

 

 

When were you ever separate.

From what is?

 

 

 

Stillness and Chaos.

Expressions.

Of the same Source.