1.23.2
Existence is limited by its being illusion. Birth and death are boundaries. What lies between is transitory. It is not you. Stop thinking. The mystery is beyond the reach of the body-personality. Let it be revealed. Remember twia. Twia knows. The moon appears to come and go. It is always there. The body appears to come and go. You are eternal. Do not let appearance be reality. What you cannot know is revealed in the room within. From within the still silence of your inner truth existence spins around you. You are the emptiness of its hub. The wheel of life depends on you. You are the center of existence. There are no limits beyond what you can imagine. Let the vagaries of life lead you to new beginnings. In you all is begun anew. Like the waxing and waning of the moon, the cycles of birth and death go on around the reality of I AM.
Enter the room within with nothing of the world. Do not cling to the transitory. Take from the fleeting what is real.
In the face of conflict, step back. Then advance if you must. Do so without animosity. Hold no weapon. In twia, you have no enemy. Do not make light of threat. Lament conflict. Do not seek. Do not avoid. Find unity. Victory and defeat are not the way of the path. Show weakness in the face of danger. Find strength in humility.
Wisdom is knowing. Knowing comes from the room within. The room within holds the light that is twia. Twia is wisdom. Twia knows.
There is a way through the world. It has no value, no place, no time. It is infinite and eternal. This way is you. You are the way. You are the whole of the all. Do nothing. Be what you are. Follow the path to the room within.
Tie your thoughts to the room within. It holds your true nature. From your true nature all things are made right. This is the way of the path.
The steady rise of incense smoke seems forever. Its end far away. Then it stops, suddenly. Its time comes. The stick is burnt. A last poof, then the hot stub falls away. What lingers is but a scent. It too will fade to nothing. All that lasts will end. All that exists is not.
Rest in the still silence of the room within. You will not want. It will be done. Do nothing.