When we search for God, we are never really searching. We ask a question without saying anything at all. We expect an answer and hear nothing. We see our self and see nothing. We examine our self and find nothing. We look at the world and see nothing. We see the world and see nothing. We realize nothing has ever happened at all. We have never gone anywhere. The world is exactly as it has always been. There is no need to change anything about it. There is no need to interfere. There is no self to interfere with.
Things stand as they are. This is a perfect expression of emptiness. This moment continues to evolve. What is timeless turning into what passes. The creature of the Buddha witnesses it all. As the world comes back into view it remains selfless. It remains as it always has been. What is selfless, expresses itself as the universe populated with so much life. I believe what is selfless stands before us, garbed in a hundred-thousand different colors. I look at myself, my body coming to life, as it is slowly filled with color. A painter takes his time, yet his strokes are definite, what is arising in his painting? To whom is it for?
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