There is nothing that is untrue,
for it exists.

Everything, anything anyone says,
is true. It already preexists.

So why are people out always searching for it?
Truth cannot be "found"
or learnt as something that is 'new',
that's *******.

How can truth be learnt? Truth doesnt require learning. It doesnt require YOU.  You cannot 'find' it. There is no finding. It's true all through.

It exists, already, always in All ways. By itself.
Its right here, as Everything, so perfectly itself.

When I say I am, I am not.
When I say I am not, I am.

There is a stubborness to how Intelligence works. It wants to be known, but wants to be a mystery aswell.

Flow of change and stillness, together.
Because, its everything and nothing,
at the same time and in no time at all.

You can talk about it,
but you cannot explain it.

Because it's not the words,
but what creates the words.

What is behind a word before it is made?

It is THAT.
You cannot explain that,
you only know it.

I lie awake,
words spilling,
overflowing through me.

They are only words,
but within them contain great understandings.

You cannot just ponder them,
keep them trapped in your mind.
Cannot sleep till the universe is satisfied
with what it has shared through me.

Nothing Matters.

And it is meant in the most literal sense:
Nothing really matters.
Doing Nothing
puts everything
into perspective.

I wish you had all the time
to do all the Nothing
you want to do.

To ponder,
watch clouds change shape,
countless sun rises and sun sets

to watch the stars, planets,
the moon flow through the sky,
to listen to the wind blow through the trees,
to the birds sing,
to lie down and listen to the rain kiss everything.

Pure.
Nothingness.

There is perfection in the nothingness of everything,
blissful, explosions, from the inside out,
in to Infinity.

Nothingness. Void. Empty Space
which isnt empty at all
containing the entire cosmos

Make time to do Nothing.
Because,
Nothing Matters.

Perhaps beauty exists for its self.
Perhaps it doesnt exist for me or you.
A flower doesnt bloom to be admired by you.

A bird doesnt sing to be admired by me.
Perhaps it only appears that way,
but both bloom and sing for itself,
completely free.

Doing good is its own reward.
The universe flows for itself,
once inly explored.

Kindness exists for its self.
Love exists for its self.

And after knowing all this,
to still somehow be here and experience it;
observe it, embrace it
I will forever wake up grateful for all of it

wake up, brainwaves still pulsating
between dream world and wakefulness
eyes closed, press play,
instantly spiralling through emptiness

where is there room,
in the midst,
to see this separate me,
listen-ing, to this song

when I am so immersed,
this separate listener
and the process of listening,
dissapears.

I am, the music.  
And like music,
this "I" cannot be touched, or seen,
but only felt
arising and flowing
in emptiness, here.

Each of us, whether we like it or not,
are constantly interacting
and exchanging energy with everything else,
for energy is never lost.

I see a flower. A person. Have a conversation.
I see it, feel it, hear it, truely.
It then becomes a part of me, forever,
and I, a part of it, instantly.

If someone or something touches you deeply,
you recieve and attach a part of them deep into yourself and vice versa, wholeheartedly.

And that bond that both share
will never be broken,
for it will forever manifest itself as a memory
that will never be forgotten.