Oneness. A daffodil is seen, but there is only Living. A bird sings but there is only Singing. Though the mind says, “I am walking through the forest,” there is only Walking.
There are no trees in the forest, just Growing. There is no breeze, just Breeze-ing.
There is Breathing, Shining, Clouding, Chirping.
Seeing is as intimate as Touching–Hearing as intimate as Tasting.
All borders and boundaries drop away. There is only Oneness. You are gone, dropped away into the Oneness. The trees, the sky, the clouds, the rivers, turtles, frogs, and deer all drop away into the Oneness.
There is Seeing, but there are no things seen. There is Thinking, but no thoughts grasped. There is the Feel of sand between your toes, but no sand and no toes and no you.
Though the mind says, “Sparrow,” there is only Living.