“The Wonkatania was on a track in the chocolate river, but the actor playing the Oompa Loompa at the helm thought he was actually steering it. For the sake of believability, director Mel Stuart didn’t tell him the truth.”

Maybe we are like Oompa Loompas.

On boats.

On tracks.

Tears in the rain.

Where do these teardrops end.

And these raindrops begin?

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For everyone involved in the terrible events in London. Everyone.

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May all beings be peaceful.
May all beings be happy.
May all beings be safe.
May all beings awaken to
the light of their true nature.
May all beings be free.
– Metta Prayer

There’s nowhere to get.

There’s no escaping THIS.

Busy searching for Home.

And you never left The House.

See that you don’t make yourself happen.

See that nothing makes itself happen.

See that everything is a happening.

See that all there is, is This Happening.

Seamless.

Whole.

Complete.

When stars.

Touch your eyelids.

You know you’re Home.

There are no levels in Life.

Just infinite variety of Expression.

It’s just THIS.

All THIS.

Happening by itself.

Too simple?

Breath in.

Breath out.

Thoughts come.

Thoughts go.

Sun shines.

Rain falls.

Clouds come.

Clouds go.

Identification happens.

Detachment happens.

Pain happens.

Joy happens.

Snow falls.

Ice melts.

Flowers bloom.

Flowers wilt.

Contraction.

Expansion.

Suffering happens.

Peace happens.

Breath in.

Breath out.

The Ever Changing.

You are a Note.

In The Symphony Of The Universe.

The Music Of Existence.

Filling your entire Being.

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How can a Note be separate from The Music?