
Life is one big happening.
With nothing outside of it.
Nothing separate from it.
Nothing other than it.

Life is one big happening.
With nothing outside of it.
Nothing separate from it.
Nothing other than it.

Seamlessness.

Nothing exists.
Separately.
From the actuality.
The reality.
Of this very moment.

There is only Life.

All ideas.
Of becoming.
Evaporate.
And it’s just about the sound of the rain.

Life.
Is an undivided happening.
Happening by itself.

Time spent.
At the beach.
On long Summer days.
Never touched.
By a single wave.
Only ever touched.
By the ocean.

Just this.
All inclusive.
Expression of life.

There’s nothing to get.
This is already everything.

Nothing better, nothing worse.
Nothing right, nothing wrong.
Everything an expression of the same source.
The source and its expression, not two.
Like the ocean and the wave.