It is the universe talking.
All is the universe talking.
A magnificent conversation of everything.
A symphony.
A symphony of billions and billions of notes and chords,
that both composes and plays itself.
Non-beginning, non-ending.
New life is not the beginning; death not the end.
Animation and dynamics were always present;
their individual cessations present as well.
If it is, then it was suppose to be,
If it is not, then it was not supposed to be.
When it comes it was right on time,
If it has not yet come, it is not late.
Look at the sky,
Do you recognize yourself?
Listen to the wind,
Do you hear yourself?
Listen to the symphony that you have written…
Listen to yourself
The Still Mind 