Timeless Arising

All is happening of its own accord
Thoughts appear, many of them the same as before
However there is no one to claim them

Things even become cloudy (but to no one)
This is too close to communicate

There has been only loss no gain
An utter evaporation of nothing
Even the memories are timeless now

The absurdity is that All is going on as it ever did
Even the persona remains

What has been all the mystique and fuss?
what has always been shall always be

This is more of a death than a rebirth
Nothing is next
Nothing has ever been but This
The timeless arising of being

Its all too simple
As if nothing has happened at all