What Am I?
There is no mind. There is no consciousness. There is no thing to call my own. There is no path. There is no destination. There is no where I can go. There is no God, no Devil, no Heaven, no Hell. There is no Life, no Death, No Earth, no Moon, No Yesterday, no Tomorrow. There is not even What Is. No Moment, No NOW. There is only the wo

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There is no mind. There is no consciousness. There is no thing to call my own. There is no path. There is no destination. There is no where I can go. There is no God, no Devil, no Heaven, no Hell. There is no Life, no Death, No Earth, no Moon, No Yesterday, no Tomorrow. There is not even What Is. No Moment, No NOW. There is only the wo

Memorie
They still think of you sometimes… No matter the distance – in space or time – they’ll remember those unique moments they alone hold close to their hearts. It may have been a word, a moment, a song, a glance, or the touch of your hand to theirs. And it may have passed so quickly, not even a whisper remains. You may have forgotten all of it, through life’s stretching. But there is

The End, The Beginning
Sometimes I see a tree in autumn with one remaining leaf. I understand this tree completely. It is Takuin.

Emptiness, Beside Itself
A conversation with another, is a conversation with oneself. How to describe something, That cannot be described… Maybe there is a way to point to it? That is the only thing, - The Pointing - But afterward, It is out of our hands. We cannot really influence the listener, To be free with the words. Most will make someth