The process.

The happening.

That you are.

Is out of your hands.

The next impulse.

The next urge.

Life plays out.

Life is one happening.

This happening.

And everything is That.

Already.

Nothing left to search for.

Nothing left to find.

But the happening of this moment.

Flowers open.

Leaves uncurl.

Thoughts arise.

Actions happen.

You are created new.

In every moment.

An ever fresh expression.

Of Divine Power.

Saying nothing.

Always only This.

Is man.

Man-made?

You are not responsible.

For what you are.

Or for what’s happening.

You’re not telling.

This Story.