Shooting match

And then there is, or rather here is, something absolutely amazing, and that is being. Just being, nothing more, it is enough, for it contains everything, it is everything and nothing more need be sought. It's the whole shooting match, dancing with itself until the end of time.
There is also this sense of something else, something beyond, something inside, and it can be tasted or at least sensed, and it is IT too, and it lacks nothing either. It is irridescent, it is life, it is just so.
And if it could speak, and it can, if it could speak it would say it's OK, it's happening, let it be. Sooner or later we will stop struggling and flow with something altogether greater. And then we will  forget and then we will remember and then we will forget again. And this is life recognizing itself. We will love it, and it is love. Altogether a little bit dizzying.