Cos where it all comes from is a mystery,
It’s like the changin’ of the seasons,
And the tides of the sea.

-Theme from the BBC TV Series “Only Fools And Horses”
Written & Performed by John Sullivan – 1981

Walking.

Happening, happening, happening.

Soft, warm sand between the toes.

Happening, happening, happening.

Bright sun, cool breeze, sound of waves.

Happening, happening, happening.

Dry mouth and thoughts of a cold drink.

Happening, happening, happening.

Breath coming and going, heart beating.

Happening, happening, happening.

Sweat on the skin, a gentle ache in the legs.

Happening, happening, happening.

Broken glass, hidden in the sand.

Happening, happening, happening.

Pain.

Happening, happening, happening.

A gash in the foot, blood on the sand.

Happening, happening, happening.

Attention on the pain, attention on the blood.

Happening, happening, happening.

An impulse to clean, an impulse to heal.

Happening, happening, happening.

Sun, surf, sand, glass, blood and me.

Happening, happening, happening.

Nothing separate.

Reality.

Doesn’t need to be searched for.

It’s right Here.

Right Now.

Being Everything.

…….

Sarvam Khalvidam Brahma

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.