Ego-mind's like an overcrowded terminal. Bundles of thoughts and feelings are packaged and shipped out. That cargo's our baggage: plans and projects, fears and fancies.
Actually these packages are without content, just empty dreams. Regardless of how addressed they're always returned to sender. That's like constantly posing questions while already convinced of one's own answer.
What a chaotic scene: returned packages piling up, round-the-clock departure and arrival announcements, all the background noise of unwanted trains of thought.
Why spend time in such a busy place? Better avail ourselves of silent sanctuary, regeneration in the coolness of our inner garden.
There awakening's spirit thrives.
Its presence is its message in answer to all questions.
