Curled up in bed.

Coffee machine buzzes and whirrs.

Spoons clank.

Church bells ringing.

The happening of this moment.

This is my religion.

 

 

This Infinite.

Expanse.

Isness.

Happening.

Beingness.

Existence.

What Is.

Presentation.

Aliveness.

It doesn’t matter what you call This.

It’s just This.

This Expression.

Expressing itself.

This Happening.

Happening by itself.

This Existence.

Existing.

Existing.

Existing.

This Infinite.

 

 

What choice was there to wake up this morning?

What choice was there to need the toilet?

What choice was there to feel hungry or thirsty?

What choice was there to breathe?

What choice was there for the heart to beat?

What choice was there for the hair or the nails to grow?

What choice was there to exist?

 

 

Divine Alchemy.

Is the transmutation.

Of everything imaginable.

Into The Divine.

But it is only an apparent transmutation.

And nothing really need be done.

As it is already the case.

Divinity is all there is.

You are Divine.

 

It’s not something that’s hidden.

Not something that needs to be searched for.

Or found.

It’s not something you need to become.

Or something you’re not already.

It’s Everything.

 

 

Take my hand.

Walk with me into the Water.

And become Water.

Take my hand.

Walk with me into the Fire.

And become Fire.

But wait.

You are Water.

You are Fire.

You are This.

There is only This.

I will walk with You.

 

A Mirage.

In The Desert Of Infinity.

Only The Desert.

Look at the Water sparkle.

In the Evening Sun.

 

 

Where is the edge.

Of the Isness.

Of This Moment?

 

 

Did anyone ever.

Tell The Wind how to blow?

Tell The Sun how to shine?

Tell The Grass how to grow?

Who grows the grass?

 

 

The stream.

Doesn’t hurry.

Doesn’t stress.

Doesn’t have to decide.

Which direction to flow.

Its destination was known.

From the very beginning.

And one day.

It is sure to arrive.