I endlessly float
Into nothingness,
Because I severed my mind’s hands
And can no longer hold on to anything.
I endlessly float
Into nothingness,
Because I severed my mind’s hands
And can no longer hold on to anything.
Nothing can be grasped,
Grasping is an illusion of the mind.
Being is the reality of the Divine,
Of you.
You want to know what you are? To find the Self?
Let everything go:
Fullness and emptiness,
God and no-God,
Self and no-self,
Inner and outer,
Good and evil,
Pain and pleasure,
You and me,
Past and Future.
See what remains.
Whenever we become entirely sure of anything,
It is time to check our eyes for signs of blindness.
Being so sure of anything, we cut ourselves off from other things.