There are no waves.

There is only ocean.

 

 

Why would you.

Need to find the way home.

If you’d never left home?

 

 

No need to find.

The Obvious.

No need to search for.

The Obvious.

No need to merge with.

The Obvious.

No need to become one with.

The Obvious.

–

The Obvious.

Already This.

 

 

When were you ever separate.

From what is?

 

 

 

Stillness and Chaos.

Expressions.

Of the same Source.

 

 

One happening.

Appearing as many.

 

 

Maybe enlightenment.

Is the end of becoming.

 

 

Existence is.

Unconditional acceptance.

Existence is.

Unconditional love.

Existence is.

 

 

That.

That which paints the clouds.

And colours the flowers.

That.

That which shines in the raindrops.

And glistens in the early morning dew.

That.

You are That.

–

Not tomorrow.

Not when you realise it.

Not when you stop feeling like this.

Not when you get enlightened.

Now.

Right now.

 

 

One Life living.

This being This.

Even the strongest sense of separation.

The tightest contraction.

Just one Life living.

Just This being This.