Life is.

And Life is functioning.

And that’s it.

This is It.

This human body.

Is such a complicated happening.

How could you be making.

Any of it happen?

You don’t know how.

You are Life, functioning.

Everything is.

Despite apparent imperfections.

You are perfect.

You are Life itself.

There is nothing.

About you.

That you.

Are making happen.

Life is simple.

It’s just happening.

All of It.

None of This.

Will ever be the same again.

There’s nobody here.

There’s only Life.

Functioning.

Happening.

One hundred billion.

Brain cells.

Which one are you controlling?

Nothing becomes One.

Everything is One.