Don’t give me a name
Feeling wind upon face. Seeing trees, streets, cars. No practice, no form, no name. No mind i
Feeling wind upon face. Seeing trees, streets, cars. No practice, no form, no name. No mind i
How did the illusion arise? Was it with the birth of language? What about reincarnation? Do these questions even really matter?
The moon has two faces. One light and radiant looking upon the earth reflects the sun. The other dark and mysterious looks out to the universe. Which face am I?