with examination we can learn that there’s always a gap, a moment of space in-between those things that we assume are continuous, just as for breaths and for thoughts.

When we commit ourselves to living consciously, we apply effort and diligence to diminishing our confusion. At the end of our lives, this same confusion dissolves without effort.

Unborn awareness cannot die. Unborn awareness exists with and beyond our bodies. Death is an illusion and living is also an illusion. Death and dying are only concepts; our perceptions shape differences and distinctions.

the empty force of the empty wave has the empty power to knock over a mind that is also essentially empty but does not know it, and is stuffed with ideas.

This is the great paradox of the Buddhist path: that we practice in order to know what we already are, therefore attaining nothing, getting nothing, going nowhere. We seek to uncover what has always been there.

I mistook adding wood to the fire for an event, instead of understanding it as a process. Somewhere in my imaginings, adding one skinny stick of kindling at a time got mixed up with igniting a bonfire.

we can understand this interval as the emptiness that allows us to see form.

until we wake up to reality, day and night perceptions have the capacity to disturb our lives.

Ultimately the waking form is no firmer than the dream form, no more lasting, no more real.