nothing repeats itself
everything is new, now
experiencing is ever-fresh, always
this single, unending now of no-time
cannot be repeated
cannot be remembered
cannot be projected
it never finishes
it never started
Beingness is so spontaneously alive
that a thought about it
can only dissolve
in the fertile nothingness
of here-now
the truth is this: there is no truth needed
an expression of Isness is not a knower, after all
fresh
new
now
nothing else is
