Winding path.

Where does it lead?

Could it be.

Anywhere but Here?

There’s all This going on.

And nobody doing anything.

As divine as.

Toothache.

Find your feelings.

In a ray of sunlight.

Find your thoughts.

In the wind.

Find the movement of your life.

In the movement of the clouds.

You are.

An expression.

Of Life itself.

Unique.

Precious.

Just as you are.

Already.

Right now.

…….

Happy New Year!

I asked the Robin.

What he was doing.

To be what he was.

He just looked at me.

Carefully.

With a glint in his eye.

Cocked his head to one side.

And flew away.

The next thought.

The next impulse or urge.

Takes care of itself.

You know the Milky Way?

It’s just here.

Isn’t it?

Arranged the way it’s arranged.

Appearing the way it’s appearing.

Functioning the way it’s functioning.

With nobody doing any of it.

Right?

And you know what.

That’s just like your brain.

Isn’t it?

And they’re not separate.

Are they?

…….

Milky Way happening.

Brain happening.

THIS happening.

Not one heartbeat.

Not one blink of an eye.

Not one breath.

Not one step.

Away.

From This.

Just This.

All This.

Exactly as it is.

Right now.

As if by magic.

Everything happens.