There's just so much flow. It seems to be everywhere. This being the case, all one needs to do is get into the flow and, well, it all flows. One is carried gently along on a loving wave.
Yet we struggle and thrash, like someone who does not know that they are actually bouyant. There has always been bouyancy in life. It's rather like a gentle undercurrent, or a thermal, that drifts everything upwards. It's around you now, awaiting your gentle embrace.
Oh and it is a fret-free and completely sustaining. Just waiting, bidding, right there.
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