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,
no-distance-from-Being experience-ing.
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
of them.
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.
No separation,
no subject/object,
no time,
no space,
no-thing.
The flower is flower-ing.
