| 950) |
You have no names, seek them no more. You have no time, but use all of it. You no longer have terrain with borders, but you defend the entire world. All the answers are already in the questions, don’t look for them any further. Don’t nourish yourself with the world, travel through it. Don’t delude yourself that you have begun, you would only be seeking the end. |
| 951) |
If the Truth lies beyond thought, what are you afraid of? He who is the Universe does not fear it. |
| 952) |
In the beginning, the Way dwelled in the Void and the Stillness. Without form, It gave Itself to space and the creation. The Way is creative in those who are serene and limpid, but Its works are not evident in those who are obscure and live in chaos. And so Its creativity continues. |
| 953) |
Any Nirvana or Paradise, any meditation or “condition” is useless if seekers of spiritual realization forget their task of salvation in the world. |
| 954) |
Those who, in illusion, experience their united nature with the Absolute and their separated nature with the world are real. Real… without names or attributes. Every sky is the same sky, every world the same world. Wayfarer, like all other beings. One destination, the Absolute. |
| 955) |
Without the Way, would you begin the path? You must believe in it! |
| 956) |
Beyond every thought of the Truth. The Way is there. Freedom exists. |
| 957) |
Illusion envelops wayfarers. Dressed in countless outfits, they convince themselves of the parts they play. But due to their ties to the scene, they remain attracted by form. Duality is present, even if they are aware of the Empty Source. |
| 958) |
You are fully in the sack, you are full, you are the sack. Empty it soon. Don’t ask, there are no answers. Go through yourself, the universe answers you. |
| 959) |
Plan the entire path from one universe to the next. Plan from one life to the next. Do not let anything or anyone make your plans for you or you will go mad. Free to plan, free yourself from thought. It is the Divine Destination that plans, your intellect intuits effortlessly. A thread in the sack knows. |