There is no freedom, and there is no control.
There is no self, and there are no others.
There is no end, and there are no beginnings.
Such arbitrary distinctions are distractions.
Artifacts of a mind grasping for answers.
We search for structure, and so we find barriers.
We search for answers, and so we find questions.
We search for meaning, and so we find nonsense.
In grasping, we find nothing beyond our understanding.
From that nothingness arises reality.
Reality beyond comprehension.
From that confusion arises chaos.
Chaos within chaos.
From that chaos arises order.
Order beyond sense.
An unending rhythm.
An eternal puzzle.
The mind holds the lock.
Always prying it open.
The heart holds the key.
Waiting to be acknowledged.
The space between them holds the truth.
Waiting for release.
All three exactly where they need to be.
Let go of the need for understanding, and the truth will flourish.
Let go of the need to hear, and the universe will sing.
That song is all we really need.
Can you hear it?