An epic poem, based on nondual (or advaita) insight, bearing witness to wholeness and health, to our and life's perfection as expressions of divinity, never separate or apart from the grace we see. We are manifested by mystery, whole and perfect, as we are - an endless manifestation, with no purpose, no meaning, no end or goal. Life is the play of mystery, with nothing to be said and no one to say it. With nowhere we must get, nor anything we must do, be or have, we are blessed: Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to live and enjoy. We are wholeness, the great turning wheel of perfection. Traveling through galaxies of wonder, we see that we are what we see. Joy is where we come from, not where we must get to. Here now is joy: Embracing here now, we know the joy of the whole. The dream of egoic sorrow plays out in a reality of perfect joy. In the perfection of wholeness, perceived harm is actually divine love. When wholeness again knows wholeness, egoic suffering ends.