Do Nothing, It's All Done Anyway

A small childish event slips through an unguarded moment once more, then a teenage grudge nudges my ego demanding some resolution. Big Foot is tearing up the woods. The interstellar aliens want us all to relax, to be a be-ing – just a being not a human doing. No, we are human beings - there’s nothing to do. No fights are worth doing-over, just let it happen, don't define 'it'. besides ‘doing’ gives the Universe a headache you brought upon yourself back in the early childhood event days. Let the crap go; like water it will flow along the line of least resistance, then it all ends at the bottom of a peak you never needed to climb anyway. Make a billion dollars, build that bridge, damn or barn, let imagination put its hard hat on and go to work. Then cut the yellow ribbon and grin. If it's fun it's done. When the Master said we could move mountains he meant let the mountain move to you - allow it. He did not mean start shoveling – that would be dumb. Bigfoot has left for the Florida Keys he needs a little rest from being a doer, forever in training for his next bloodcurdling howl.