So often I find there is nothing to say. Nothing more than what is happening, nothing more than what is being experienced… After all, what else could it be? What could I possibly say?
After a few years of the so-called ‘passing through the gate’, there appears to be no compulsion to engage in thoughts and drama. No need, but it still happens sometimes. Life is amusing, like a game. Sure, the character that is being played reacts, feels and engages. Or it doesn’t. Simply life in its flow.
In any case, there is peace.