Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.
What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.