Seeing.
Without a seer.
Hearing.
Without a hearer.
Feeling.
Without a feeler.
Thinking.
Without a thinker.
Me-ing.
Without a me.
Seeing
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Waking Up
Waking up.
In The Morning.
If there was a you.
And you were the doer.
Just imagine.
All those Things.
You’d have to start doing.
All the Processes in The Body.
Get The Senses working.
Fire up The Brain.
All those Things that happen by Themselves.
Without a doer.
Without a you.
Dancing Alone (All-One)
Undivided.
Conscious Energy.
Dancing Alone (All-One).
To Its Own Tune.
Sometimes Bright, Happy and Cheerful.
Sometimes Dark, Sombre and Sad.
But Always Dancing.
All-One.
Wide Open Heart
Wide Open Heart.
Wider than The Earth.
Wider than The Sky.
Wider than The Stars.
Wider than Creation.
Wide Open Heart.
Beating.
Blood Coursing.
Thoughts Of Dry Lips.
Pretending
The Sense Of Me.
Is Life.
Pretending to be you.
There is no you.
There is only Life.
Ducks On A Shimmering Lake
Her.
Like The Sun.
In His Blue Sky.
Her Power.
More Radiant.
Than a thousand Suns.
Greater.
Than a thousand thousand Suns.
Supreme Power.
Infinite Power.
His Consciousness.
Vaster.
Than The Sky.
Greater.
Than these Worlds.
Supreme Consciousness.
Infinite Consciousness.
Together Forever.
Eternally United.
As Existence.
As Reality.
As Life Itself.
As Awareness of The Breath.
As Awareness of The Heartbeat.
As Awareness of The Body.
And Ducks on a Shimmering Lake.
One
One Energy.
One Consciousness.
One Existence.
Not three separate Things.
Simply Aspects.
Simply This.
Natural Happening
The Entirety Of Life.
Is a completely Natural Happening.
Including The Body.
And The Brain.
How they function.
And anything they seem to do.
This Is Unconditional Love
Absolutely.
Everything and Everyone.
Is included.
In The Happening Of This Moment.
In The Isness Of This Moment.
This Expression of the Energy of Life.
There are no exceptions whatsoever.
There are no conditions.
Everything is accepted and included.
Exactly as it is.
Nothing is left out.
Nothing is forgotten.
Nothing is separate.
This is Unconditional Love.
The Tao
The Sun breaks the Horizon Line.
In a Glow of Oranges, Pinks and Lilacs.
Boats swaying gently in the Harbour.
Ropes softly pinging against Masts.
Seagulls circle silently overhead.
Nothing but Silhouettes.
Against the Brightness of the rising Sun.
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