The insight that the ten thousand things are on the same level is returning home and restoring naturalness.

Today, I feel lost. Even though that sentence doesn’t make sense.

I’ve been lying in a bathtub in the dark.

“Meditating”.

Now, I decided to look up the text I sometimes look up, in times like these. Moments like these.

I am aware it might seem religious. (To turn to a text in moments of despair)

Personally, I don’t find it religious. I see a friend in time / mind / existence, who’s reflected and written something…

… to which my heart/mind essentially agrees.

Well.

You be the judge if it’s religious. In the end, your word is the final say.

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With two sides to everything, the false self deliberates.

Dreams and illusions, flowers in the sky; why labor to grasp them?

Gain and loss, right and wrong, in one moment release them and withdraw.

If the eyes are not asleep, the various dreams are by themselves wiped away.

If mind does not discriminate, the ten thousand things are One Suchness.

In the profound essence of One Suchness, you look ignorant and forget the secondary causes.

The insight that the ten thousand things are on the same level is returning home and restoring naturalness.

Destroying that place of instrumentality it is not possible to go in the direction of comparisons.

By stopping activity without activity, activity is stopped without stopping.

Pairs are de facto not complete; the One, how does that exist?

In the end, impoverished to the utmost, do not live by (following) tracks and rules.

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- Hsin Hsin Ming, Gregory Wonderwheel

Submitted April 17, 2023 at 02:17AM by UExis https://ift.tt/mNZg0Yc