If I refer to You.
I don’t mean an imagined owner.
Of The Body.
A thinker of Thoughts.
A doer of Actions.
Because that you doesn’t exist.
I mean the Beautiful, Vibrant, Powerful.
Human Event that You are.
Not separate from.
The Beautiful, Vibrant, Powerful.
Event Of The Totality Of Life.
The Happening Of This Moment.
This.
Nebulae.
And.
Fingernail Clippings.
You may find Yourself searching.
For the right Answer.
Or the right State.
But there isn’t a right Answer.
Because there isn’t a wrong Answer.
And there isn’t a right State.
Because there isn’t a wrong State.
All there is, is This.
I Quietly Whispered.
God?
And Everything Roared.
Every Appearance.
Appears.
Dances.
And returns Home.
The Home It never left.
The Search For Truth.
Has to be ultimately futile.
Because Truth is unavoidable.
And there isn’t a someone separate from Truth.
That could find it.
Everything eventually ends.
With Divine Failure.
And ultimately.
Divine Redemption.
Your True Heart.
Is not a Human Heart.
It is the.
Infinite.
Radiant.
Almighty.
Heart Of Life.
The very Core of your Being.
Of Everything.
I Am, God.
I Am, Love.
I Am.
I Am.
I Am.
Seeing.
Without a seer.
Hearing.
Without a hearer.
Feeling.
Without a feeler.
Thinking.
Without a thinker.
Me-ing.
Without a me.
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.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 