The moving parts of your life rise and rest together, not because one commands the next, but because a single aliveness animates them all. The mind sees separate things acting on each other. Beneath the seeing there is one presence, and the many forms are only its motion.
The wheels do not decide to turn. They move because the spirit of the living creature is in them, the way your breath and your steps and your very awareness arise from something you did not invent. When you feel that one life moving as you, effort dissolves. You go when it goes and are still when it is still, carried by the aliveness that was always doing the moving.