Not Two. Just This.

The path isn’t hard.

We just make it hard when we play favorites.

Love and hate, good and bad, should and shouldn’t —

none of that’s real. It’s just static on the channel.

The moment you pick a side,

the whole damn universe splits in two

and starts arguing with itself.

Want to see what’s actually true?

Drop your opinions. All of them.

Yes, even that one.

Reality doesn’t need your approval to be real.

It just is.

Messy. Beautiful. Whole.

When we stop grabbing at what feels good

and pushing away what feels bad,

a wild thing happens:

clarity.

Peace.

Maybe even joy.

But try to stop doing by doing nothing,

and you’ll tie yourself in a spiritual knot.

Stillness isn’t something you do.

It’s what you are when you stop meddling.

Everything is made of the same emptiness,

the same light —

You, me, the sky, your ex, your dog, your shadow.

Trying to slice it up into this and that

is like arguing over which wave in the ocean is more wet.

So don’t chase truth.

Don’t run from illusions.

Just stop clinging.

Let things be as they are, and they’ll show you who they are.

The more you try to name it,

define it, claim it —

the further it slips away.

Sit still, breathe, and say to yourself:

“Not two.”

Not better or worse. Not right or wrong.

Just… this.

When nothing is separate,

nothing is missing.

And when you stop pretending you’re separate,

you come home —

to the place you never really left.