The Sun breaks the Horizon Line.
In a Glow of Oranges, Pinks and Lilacs.
Boats swaying gently in the Harbour.
Ropes softly pinging against Masts.
Seagulls circle silently overhead.
Nothing but Silhouettes.
Against the Brightness of the rising Sun.
We are Unity.
Happening by Itself.
When I look.
I do not find.
An owner of Life.
Only Life Itself.
The Night Sky.
Happening.
With no doer.
Body.
Thoughts.
Feelings.
Impulses.
Urges.
Happening.
With no doer.
Not separate from.
The Night Sky.
Everythin’s OK.
Everything is The Divine Expression.
Nothing is wrong.
Nothing is out of place.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
As you are.
In This Moment.
As you are.
The Divine Expression.
There is nowhere else to get to.
Because.
THIS….IS….IT!
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The Everyday Simplicity.
And Infinite Complexity.
Of This Moment.
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The Moon.
Reflected.
In a Bucket of Water.
U.
R.
This.
The Eyes.
Watching The Sunset.
Are not separate from The Sunset.
The Eyes.
The Sunset.
Not separate from The Entirety.
Not separate from Reality.
Not separate from This.
Thoughts and Feelings.
Arising.
Like Grass.
Moving.
In the Wind.
Here.
Now.
This.
Everything.
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Everything.
This.
WHO GROWS THE GRASS? 