There is not black or white.
There is no color, yet we are creatures of color.
Look into the sun, and you are blinded. Extreme light is perceived as darkness.
Light is analogous to the source of existence.
The sun is within your mind.
The body is the mind and is the tool for searching. The mind knows only the mind until the light reflecting back toward the sun equals the light emanating from the sun. At that point, you See for the first time and all becomes Light.
Turning your attention within reflects light toward your source.
To ache is to want the Truth. To no longer ache, yet want the Truth, is determination.
The Truth is all you ever wanted and all you don’t want. You are a satisfied dead man who returns to life.
You are the dead man walking, who struggles and laughs at his struggles, a hollow man filled with all.
You have a destiny, but it is like the wind that blows a ship rather than a road which one walks.
Destiny is for material objects.
Why does the full moon at night look so lonely, yet so appealing?
To look at nothing is to stand on the edge of everything.
The words of another give you strength, while your words sound faint when alone.
Even barbaric yawps are swallowed by silence.
Truth does not emanate from things or people – it resonates from within.
The presence of the teacher only reveals that which is in you.
Like you, the teacher is a facade. Reality dances between your stone-like figures.
You sculpt life out of clouds that becoming too heavy, fall into the sea.
You breathe that salt water that was always a part of you, yet in breathing it you die.
To die is to burn and plunge into the water, only to discover you are wetness itself. By dissolving into essential wetness, you become vast and real.
Do not feel sad for the painting that burns. Its place in time is eternal and eternity is wrapped in the comforting folds of the Absolute.
It is warm inside your fiction. Your layers of lies only delay the creeping cold.
You rise up and every motion is meaningless, but meant to be.
As if an arrow with no purpose were released a thousand years ago
And all the earth waited for this moment when it pierced your breast.
No one was there, nor ever was.
I am speaking to an empty room.