Time doesn’t seem to pass here: it just is.
“Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be.”
Sparks of Summer
There is a spark of the sun within me,
Buried for a long time under dust.
This morning, the dust is gone and the light radiates,
Shining through all the mountains and rivers.
(after Master Yueh of Ch’a-ling (茶陵郁))