There is much to know, much to learn, none of it real. What is real is not your body but your true nature within. You are overly attached to your body, more so than most objects you encounter. No others capture you like your own. You are mimicked by those around you. Throughout the world each is attached to its own. Love’s orbit spins in fear of its loss. Though the body is particles randomly gathered, it is all to you. You are maddened by your desire for it. Desire darkens your vision. You live in the shadows of reality. Listen for the quiet behind the noise. Let the noise be carried off on wings of stillness. Listen for the quiet in the shadows of your confusion. Behind the ruckus of the world is the stillness, the still dark silence of the room within. Without this darkness there would be no light. Where would the light go if not into darkness?
