You can only choose what you
know, life is like the metaphor of the cow with a rope around the neck and the option is to live a
life without choice or the fear of having no securities. To live the natural,
effortless, choice less self, without struggle, illusion turns into a friend, to see what comes next, to keep the hand open, - the rising of the solution, the answer happens- not to know, to be. No truth in
the words, only in pointers. Consciousness creates and destroys forms, its
favorite game, the illusion of all and the question, What is real? Illusion is
created from reality and identity with the reflection, the original face is liberation from that. Simple, but very profound, old and new
hints to basically the same,- grasp and hammer it in until it breaks.
Clarity, then again conceptual thinking who take away
what covers silence, about reflection; thoughts are only rising long after the
original experience. The mind is always late, melting in the truth is like not
being able to speak under water, only above water you can talk about it but
information about it is impossible, you can only have the experience yourself. Go jump, dive, see, investigate, the only hindrance is one’s identity with
form- the thought I is the mind no thought, nobody is there the sun and shadow. I, the shadow of inner matter the sun directly from above, no shadow,
The person itself is a thought, a thought can not think. All just happens, you are already free and the truth comes to you with humor as the sixth sense.
The person itself is a thought, a thought can not think. All just happens, you are already free and the truth comes to you with humor as the sixth sense.
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