Thoughts are like demons
Thoughts are like demons possessing the awareness, making what's mind theirs. .
Thoughts are like demons possessing the awareness, making what's mind theirs. .
Wind ripples the grass. The hill behind our house stirs in its green-furred sleep. .
This mind is not mine, just a succession of thoughts from nowhere. Here. Gone.
When your eyes are closed What shape are you? What is form? Emptiness and mind. .
There’s no true guru. That which is true can’t be taught, only recognized. .
High and low, good, bad, pornography and puja- we make them from void. .
While there’s a doer dreaming it’s doing something, the doer is done for. .
Sun in a sand-pool opens a sudden window – lurching emptiness. .
The miracle is the breathtaking beauty of ordinary things. .
Look in the mirror, not only seeing your face - seeing the seeing. .