It’s strange.

To be talking about.

Success and failure.

Right and wrong.

Pleasure and pain.

Good and bad.

Peace and suffering.

Enlightened and unenlightened.

When it’s all just Life happening.

Life happening.

This happening.

This.

 

 

Flowers by the stream.

Doing nothing to be.

Happening.

Happening.

Happening.

 

 

The infinite.

Isness.

Of the entire Universe.

Is the same.

Isness.

As that eyelash.

Upon your cheek.

Your blinking eyes.

Are not separate.

From the rays of sunlight.

Shining through the clouds.

Not separate.

From God.

 

 

There is nobody.

Living their life.

There is.

Life happening.

 

The Drop.

Tries.

The Drop.

Waits.

To become The Ocean.

When it already.

Is.

And always.

Was.

The Ocean.

Nothing but.

The Ocean.

 

The Energy of Life.

Expressing as Everything.

Flowing freely.

Like a Mountain Stream.

–

Nothing changing.

Nothing staying the same.

 

 

This.

Unified.

Life Force.

Expressing Itself.

As Everything.

In This Moment.

 

Even when the Sky.

Is grey and dark.

The Sun.

Is always shining.

Thoughts and Feelings.

Just floating around.

All by themselves.

Like Dandelion Seeds.

On a warm Summer Evening.

 

 

 

 

We are That.

–

Words cannot separate.

That.

Which is inseparable.

–

We are That.