5.16.2

The body is bound by birth and death. You are limitless. Ignore your sense. Your feelings are not you. You are the whole of the all. You cannot be contained. Do not remain bound by desire.

Walk ten thousand roads. There is but one path. It is the way of the river. Follow its course. Do not impede its flow. It follows the hollows. It pours through the cavities. The river uses the natural landscape to reach the sea.

Stop banging your axe against the grain of the log. Swing naturally with the grain and the log will split. Let the axe fall on its own along the grain. To slam the axe across the grain expecting results is futile. The wood splits with the grain. Do not fight against the grain. Brute force from your swing of the axe gets you nowhere but sweaty. Flow with the axe striking with the grain. This will get you firewood.

Does it matter if the sky is blue or gray? What is it to you the season? Whether wintery blasts or simmering summers, be at peace. The moment is the world that is twia.

All the past falls upon you through the eyes of the me of the body. These eyes do not see the true nature within. The vision that is twia sees your truth. To know you as twia is to walk the way of the path. Let not the shades of darkness be drawn between us. Throw them open to twia. There is no us, only twia. Without us there is no fear. I am one. There is no other. Look upon the other as that which you are. There is only I AM. These pitiful little bodies in all their beauty and glory are but dots on the landscape of time. They have no meaning or permanence. Cast aside the weakness of fear. Enjoin the strength that is love. Find yourself in the whole of others. Therein lies oneness. Twia is the power that is love. The me of the body is weakness and fear. It is self-serving without compassion. Do not turn to the body for fulfillment. What it provides does not last. Look upon the body and its world through the vision that is twia. Then you will have eyes that see. What they see is the eternal. Twia does not know separation and death. It watches you dreaming, patiently awaiting your awakening. What is the world but a fantasy of thought. It is not real. You are real.

I am that which I AM. I am the dancing of the dance., the flowing of the river, the expressing of existence. I am consciousness-expressing.