Speaking and Silence

I speak when it’s time to speak, I write when it’s time to write, I create when it’s time to create, and I am silent when it’s time to be silent.

“Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.”

My life is the flow of universal energy, the process of Existence itself. But in truth, there is no “my life” anymore. There never was. There is no “my”. There is no separate “I”, no separate life. All is Existence. All is Life. There is ultimately only inseparable Existence.

Nothing is done. There is no doing. There is no one to do anything. There is nothing to do. All is the flow of the inseparable cosmic energy of Existence.

I speak, I write, I create, I am silent.

“Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.”

My speaking and my silence, it happens by itself. My speaking and my silence are the flow of Existence. In truth, speaking and silence, it happens by itself. Speaking and silence are the inseparable flow of Existence.

“Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.”

“My” words, “my” “doing”, “my” silence… It is all the inseparable flow of the energy of Existence.

I am reminded of the words of Alan Watts: “But to have no hangup; that is to say, to be able to drift like a cloud and flow like water, seeing that all life is a magnificent illusion, a playing of energy, and that there is absolutely nothing, fundamentally, to be afraid of. Fundamentally. You will be afraid on the surface. You will be afraid of putting your hand in the fire. You will be afraid of getting sick, etc. But you will not be afraid of fear.”

Who is there to be afraid of fear? Emotions are all the flow of cosmic energy. Emotions arise and emotions fall like waves. An emotion is no different than a cloud. A cloud is no different than a star. All is Existence. Existence flows by itself.

“Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.”

“You” grow, speak, write, work, play, and are silent… It happens by itself. The sun shines, the fish swim, the trees grow, the hearts beat, the ocean waves, brains think, kingdoms rise, streams flow, kingdoms fall, grass grows… It happens by itself.

There is no doing. All is the inseparable flow of Existence.

All effort is an illusion. All is the inseparable flow of Existence.

All effortlessness is an illusion. All is the inseparable flow of Existence.

“Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.”