If the idea of ‘you’ is an illusion,

what on earth can ‘you’ possibly do?

Laughter and relief may arise ...

a sense of real freedom ...

liberation at last from the

tyranny of self’s story.

The wind outside blows the

young trees into dancing forms ...

fresh and new in each moment.

So this moment is always open and empty;

containing nothing of the past ...

caring nothing for the future.

Without the mind to construct new fictions

or dredge up old memories ...

there is a relaxing into what is.

Can you see the ocean in a drop of water?

Aah! Nothing being Everything!