There is a delicate body of presence everywhere.
There is a delicate flower of realization each moment.
There are perfect winds of change changing everything.
There is a search for the miraculous within the miraculous.
Every moment you are free.
Every moment you are home.
Every moment you are the delicious deep.
Every moment you are the playful Buddha and the innocent child.
Realization is now.
Realization without how.
Buddha is Born