The sea that collects all rivers lies below the valley, even lower than the marshlands. To gather, one must lie low. The sea lies low and accepts all without regard. If it were higher than all, it could not receive. This is the way of the path.
No one can teach you this, convince you, or show you the way. That is for you to do. You do so by not doing. Get out of the way of your true nature. Listen and act from within.
From within, do not feel. Look at the feeling and witness the emotion. Then there will be no attachment to its worldliness. The emotion does not leave you. You know its presence, but it is not you. You are joy. Even joy is not you, for you cannot be named or described.
You cannot know these things. It is not so much that they are hidden as they are obscured by the me of the body with its fear and ignorance. Knowledge lies behind a veil of false perceptions of separation. The body is dense and transitory. You are empty and eternal.
