Alone.

That’s how we feel.

We don’t see the threads.

The connections.

The powerful universal glue that holds everything together.

The genius of the chaos.

We see right and wrong and forget how personal that is, how subjective.

Our minds project and predict and create contracts around what is supposed to happen.

We don’t see that This leads to That in a wild dance of innumerable, fluid moves.

All by itself.

Just like that.

Again and again and again.

Forever.

We have no way of knowing.

The universe is like a flawless Swiss watch.

Magnificently accurate.

Mechanically perfect.

No mistakes.

No blame.

No pursuit.

We exist somewhere in the dance, an essential illusory cog in the machine.

Gently guided, effortlessly carried.

Always exactly where we need to be.

But we don’t know.

We don’t see.

We don’t feel.

We struggle and fight and live in resistance.

We fail to see the perfection within the bigger picture.

We feel small and vulnerable, like we’re somehow not part of the whole that has created us in the first place.

And we don’t see how This leads to That.

And That to This.

The utter brilliance.

It is SO perfect that we can doubt it.

SO simple that we can complicate it.

SO obvious, that we can fiercely deny it.

There can only ever be this.

Here, now.

It’s movement itself.

It’s change, in the flesh.

It is pure flow.

Stop resisting.

Stop struggling.

Stop blaming.

Stop kicking and screaming.

And let This become That.

Because it will, anyway.

 

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