Light The Incense! You Have To Burn

The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece Of A Piece Of Straw Blown Off Into Emptiness.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.

Why Am I Seeking? I Am The Same As He. His Essence Speaks Through Me. I Have Been Looking For Myself

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence Or In Absence.