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One boundless energy

If you like this video, please like and subscribe and consider donating to NKosi. https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/Nkosi... Birds chirping. Cars hooting. Wind blowing. Waiting happening. Expectation happening. Talking happening. Smiling happening. All of it simply happening. No one is doing any of it. There is no doer behind what happens. What appears as a story may suggest that someone is talking, someone is driving a car, that a cause produces an effect. That, too, is only a story. There is no one causing anything. This is just energy expressing as movement, expressing as thought, sensation, desire. Silence. In the story it can seem as though someone is doing something. Even the thought “I am doing this” has no one doing it. It is only a thought. There is nothing to find here. No enlightenment to discover. No one to collapse or fall away. Only this appearing as whatever seems to happen, or not. This is ordinariness. In the story of separation, it may seem as though there is a world, people in the world, a government, suffering, good and bad. Yet when there is clear seeing, it is seen that there is no good or bad. The world is okay. It may even be seen that the world is not there at all. There can be glimpses while the story of seeking continues. In those glimpses, the world appears and is okay. Nothing is wrong or right. There is only okay-ness. As these glimpses seem to continue, it may also be seen that there is no world and no people. Any sense of levels or progress is only another story. There can appear a detachment, a sense that the body is here and you are not the body. The body seems to move and act, until it is seen there is no body at all. There is only vastness, appearing as a body. This is as it is. A play appearing as this. A play that cannot be taken seriously, even though in the story it may be taken seriously. A thought may arise saying, “I want to see. I want to know God. I want to find myself.” That, too, is only a story, appearing from what cannot be found, appearing from what is already being sought. The seeker and the seeking are not separate from this. The journey is not a path toward wholeness. Wholeness already appears as the journey of a seeker trying to find it. There is no dividing line. No one on the way. No process. No steps. Only this appearing as a journey, as hope, as giving up, as despair. All of it is just story. There is no one to get anything. There is only ordinariness. Birds chirping. People going to work. Meetings in boardrooms. Walks in the park. Meditation happening. Dancing happening. All there is is energy. Boundless energy appearing as different things with labels. Energy feeling itself. Energy talking to itself. Energy thinking to itself. A story of movement that is only a story. A dream. Nothing is actually moving. When movement seems to happen, it is a dream appearing from what does not move. The image of a body talking, the image of someone listening, are just images. Energy appearing as chair, walls, room, thoughts, feelings, sensations. One boundless energy. No solidity. Solidity is imagined. Vibration appears as slow or fast, like a fan whose blades vanish when they spin quickly. Lower and higher vibrations are only appearances. Energy can seem to transform, but it cannot be destroyed. This is wordless. Words can point, but they never capture it. Even saying it is wordless is another word. Calling it nothing is another word. There are no words here. Nothing is missing. No one is looking. Nothing to find. Just this. And even “this” is too much. Concepts like spaciousness, consciousness, God are only concepts. They mean nothing here. This is neither meaningful nor meaningless. It is neutral. And somehow, beautiful. Faith can appear. Belief can appear. Faith may seem to move mountains, heal bodies, produce miracles. That is this appearing in a limited form, playing remembrance and forgetting. God appears as a person who believes in a God elsewhere. Still no separation. Mountains, faith, and God are all the same appearing. Talking about the story happens. Politics happens. Complaints happen. Action may happen when action appears. Things get done by nobody. Change appears from what does not change. The unchanging is always present. The changing is thought, sensation, memory, body. Even dementia shows this. Memory falls away. Presence remains. Bliss appears. Love appears without story. Peace remains even in turmoil. Anger arises and dissolves. Frustration arises and dissolves. Being present as this seems peaceful, loving, effortless. Love happens without effort. There is no yesterday. No tomorrow. Not even now. Just this. Knowing nothing is knowing everything. There is nothing to become. Nobody to become anything. This is what remains when the seeker disappears.