Here I am, studying this instant.

Watching the happening of this life in this world.

The game of existence is calling my turn.

Here I am, taking part in this game, existing.

Watching how, behold, I've gotten caught up, buying into the game.

Mortified by its ups and downs, its struggles and its searches.

So obsessed with winning that I don't know what to think or what to do.

Here I am, the transcendent witness of all this.

Only being, only existing, only observing.

I always am, no matter at all what I think or do.

Impartial witness of the ups and downs, struggles and searches.

Behold a peace of only being, knowing there is nothing to think or to do.

A peace that makes everything clear and transcends everything.

Behold, the peace transcends even the very peace of only being.

Behold, the peace brings joy to this game.

With no reason to win, I want to play it for the pleasure of playing.

I want to squeeze the game for all its juice.

Here I am, then, observing, learning what to think and what to do.

Here, learning to exist.

Playing the game, but also just being, but also playing.

Here I am, studying.