Now, the space in which Life happens is typing these letters one by one.
It is the Galexcy, planets, moon, and stars, and the brightly shinning sun.
Now, the space in which Life happens is the One Life called everything.
It has no name, is birth-less, silent, formless and is indeed no-thing.
Now, the space in which Life happens is always here and clear.
It has no preference, it rests, and loves all things both far and near.
Now, the space in which Life happens isn’t waiting for someday,
It is right here, silently looking, and never ever turns away.
Now, the space in which Life happens is infinity and true,
It is masked as this or that, and is disguised as me and you.
It is the Galexcy, planets, moon, and stars, and the brightly shinning sun.
Now, the space in which Life happens is the One Life called everything.
It has no name, is birth-less, silent, formless and is indeed no-thing.
Now, the space in which Life happens is always here and clear.
It has no preference, it rests, and loves all things both far and near.
Now, the space in which Life happens isn’t waiting for someday,
It is right here, silently looking, and never ever turns away.
Now, the space in which Life happens is infinity and true,
It is masked as this or that, and is disguised as me and you.
