
All is well.
Nothing is making itself exist.
Nothing is making itself happen.
All is well.

All is well.
Nothing is making itself exist.
Nothing is making itself happen.
All is well.

This is an infinite.
All inclusive.
Happening.
The Mundane and the Miraculous.
Nothing left out.
Nothing forgotten.
Nothing separate.

The Sun rising.
Watching.
Waiting.
A breath of fresh morning air.
Thoughts of the day.
Muscles tense.
Muscles relax.
A rush of goosebumps over the skin.
The Sun rising.
The Dance of Life.
–
All That Is.
Happening by Itself.

Undivided Presence.
Ultimate Reality.
Unconditional Being.
–
Just This.
Everything.
Absolutely Everything.

The entirety.
Of this very moment.
Happens by itself.
And is therefore.
Nothing other than.
Utter perfection.

It’s all.
Already.
That.

Each tree.
Grows.
Without a doer.
Leaves open.
Fruit ripens.
Without a doer.
So too.
The human being.
There is no doer.
There is no separate self.

There is no becoming.
Everything is already This.
This is already Everything.

That feeling.
Arising right now.
Is as impersonal.
As the wind.

No inside.
No outside.
Just The Happening.