
The Next Thought.
Forms.
By Itself.
The Mechanics.
Of The Formation.
Unknown.

The Next Thought.
Forms.
By Itself.
The Mechanics.
Of The Formation.
Unknown.

Nobody behind.
The Flower.
Blooming.
Nobody behind.
The Rain.
Falling.
Nobody behind.
The Earth.
Turning.
Nobody behind.
The Next Thought.

Irrespective.
Of any so called.
Realisation.
You are That.
Now.

Life.
Takes Its Course.
Just like Water.
And just like Water.
It flows by Itself.

Grass growing.
Body functioning.
No separation.
No doer.
–
Who mows the Grass?

U.
R.
This.

Each Raindrop.
Reflects.
The Entirety.

Colours.
Sensed.
Interpreted.
Recognised.
Described.
–
Without a doer.

100 billion.
Brain Cells.
How could “you”.
Be in command of any of Them?
–
It’s simple.

Toenails and Supernovas.
The Mundane.
The Miraculous.
There is no separation.