is the vibrating, shimmering plane of experiencing
in which nothing arises or disappears,
timeless and spaceless, without beginning or end.
There are no separate objects
being experienced by a separate subject.
There is only the seamless,
Feeling feet and seeing windows occur here.
There is no there, away from This.
There can't be, there is only This.
The experiencing of "window"
at a distance from the experiencing
of "body" is all happening at zero distance
from what I am.
Trees and ideas are simply Being,
tree-ing and idea-ing.
Or we could say they are simply the act of experience-ing.
Only verbs here,
though nothing is happening.
So-called objects are made up of the experiencing
All is always only Oneness -
no boundaries, no separation.
Whatever seems to exist is a happening
in the placeless here and the timeless now.
And it's not an event, it's just what we are.
The flower is flower-ing.