You lost your way to the room within. You wandered long on its outskirts. You stumbled in the wasteland in search of a mirage. You were consumed by the illusions of your perceptions. It did not matter whether there was water or not. You were dry bones before you arrived. Even in death, the room within awaits your return. You are never far from home. You rush sometimes along the path. It seems illusive, but only in mind. In heart, you are at the threshold. Your shadow is cast upon the world by the glow from within. Silence is the way to knowing. Close your mouth. Shut your eyes and ears. This journey is not yours. Do nothing. Be nothing. You are embraced in the still darkness by your true nature. Once you were lost. Now you are found.
