Bones will turn to dust, and everything I appear to be will disintegrate. But there is something in me which was here long before my birth, something that will continue beyond my passing. The breath which animates me, the spirit in all things. I see it in the negative space, I see it in the emptiness.
Faith is not blind when the mind is opened wide enough to perceive a depth of vision which is more than sight.
Form is illusory, limited by measurement and classification. Everything is one thing, everything is everything. The curtain that sways is the same as the wind that blows it. The art that hangs is the same as the eyes which look upon it.
I am a fish in the stream of eternity, and each passing milestone is a birdsong in the breeze.