As long as the me impression remains, the mind carries baggage and is in the velcro business holding on to every particle of dust. The mind of a sage is like the wide open sky, like a gurgling stream. When clouds appear, there is nothing that holds on to them and nothing that re-members them.
As long as the me impression remains, the mind carries baggage and is in the velcro business holding on to every particle of dust. The mind of a sage is like the wide open sky, like a gurgling stream. When clouds appear, there is nothing that holds on to them and nothing that re-members them.