The Effortless Flow
Only thoughts say that it’s necessary.
To make an effort to be what is already here
As if some doing is needed.
Thoughts that seem instantly surrounded
With an energetic contraction in the pit of the stomach
That says something is wrong, missing.
As though we are swimming in the purest, clearest,
Expansive freshwater lake, crying out in thirst,
“Where can I find water?”
As though this that is is always present,
In its simplicity to our mind, it had somehow disappeared.
As though all that was left
Was the awful physical contraction and fearful thoughts.
And an overwhelming feeling of smallness.
And yet this that is present, of course, is still here
Luminously shining and reflected
Through the transient appearances of objects our eyes see, it is beaming out.
Always here, of course.
A silent, smiling, infinite, safe oceanic love.
This something, not nothing, still silent presence
That is everywhere and nowhere, never went anywhere.
It is so obviously present.
And there is no effort required to be aware of it.
This here-ness, awake-ness, now-ness, is-ness, am-ness,
Alive-ness, whole-ness, luminous-ness, sacred-ness, being-ness, full-ness.
And as we become aware of this presence.
The effortless, fearless, dimensionless, objectless, boundless nature of it is known instantly.
The most effortless recognition there can be becomes apparent.
And it is clear that all that is happening is being done without any efforting doer.
How miraculously beautiful is this effortless flow of doing without a doer?
How instantly quenching is the love of watching this flow,
That is so intimate that words cannot speak of it.
Love,
Freyja