The Self is indescribable.
Even Wu Hsin cannot draw a picture on water,
Regardless of the stick.
It is neither an object to Itself,
Nor is It an object to anyone else.
It is non-objective, yet ever existent."
Wu Hsin (403-221 BCE)



The

illusion is falling

into the the silent calling

In the peace of the divine will

all is unthinkable and still

In silent knowing

the moon

is

glowing

Freedom is singing