Teachings, Poems, and Transmissions
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Closing the Book, Taking Away the Name
At the end of the day, the book will close on the stories. At the end of the day, we won't take any of our belongings with us. And so, while most of the world looks outside for their happiness, for their salvation, for their peace, the right questions turn us around to say that there's only one place that we can look and that is in the direction of where the looking is coming from.
None But The One
If you perceive the source of yourself you will perceive it in everything else. And, if you perceive the source in everything else you will perceive it in yourself.
Healing Past and Futures
Awakening is just seeing what is, just as it is. And seeing that everything we need is not outside of ourselves. Awakening is waking up to this very moment, realising that all of our seeking pulls us away from what simply is. It is to wake up in this moment and see that this moment holds everything. With everything being here, there's nothing left to look for. And then we can get on with our lives, with happiness, with peace.
What You Are Searching For Is Right Here
Close your eyes and look—not to find a center, but to fall into the vastness that has no edge, no beginning, no end. Beneath all stories and identities is a presence untouched by time. When we rest there, the search is over. What we long for has been here all along.
Ground of Being
When all fades away, what is left is the ground of being. Its ground is groundless. Its language is wordless silence. And its movement is stillness.