No meaning, no purpose,
no plan, no center
or circumference,
neither justice nor injustice.
Only a swirling stillness,
energy dance of
forms arising
just where they are,
and where they need
to be.
What if a cruel hand
is about to strike
the child?
Friend, even as
that hand is lifted,
your hand is already there,
sweeping the little one
out of the shadow.
Act instantly,
without a concept
of "right" or "wrong,"
because no mind
gets in the way.
God is happening,
and happening is God.
You too are where
you need to be.
No plan, no center
or circumference.
Only a swirling stillness,
the energy dance,
the anarchy of love.
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