No education, pointing, path, learning, intention, attention will get you to what is.
Unknowing Darling. Remember. Forget.
Where confusion is the same as clarity.
May be the miracle
That is unknowable.
The lack of any explanation
For ‘What is’
be the utter freedom
that is longed for.
Though it’s already the case.
In every doubt, belief or insight.
This edgy wow.
This groundless alive....
Ordinary inexplicable having a cup of coffee
Is as knife edge as a cliff's edge.
Already darling, here we always are
Floating in the forever after.
Together for never.
Remembering that remembering is a dream.
Not knowing what knowing is.
Bound as Boundless.
Home as homeless.
Till suddenly. This.
Not 'a this'
and is not.
Ordinary scratching an arm filled with thoughts.
holy moly quacamole.