Knock on the door of the Way

In the middle of activity;
Striving for what is unseen.
Night has fallen;
Still so much unfinished.
Day is promised;
Still so much undiscovered.

Nothing remains that is binding.
Nothing remains that is liberating.
Only knowledge.
Unlearning the un-natural.
Learning to give without condition
In a sea of conditions.

With the death of the grip of thought
comes detachment.
And decisions not one's own.
Knock on the door of the Way
Discover it opens upon no path.
Tread gently guided by right principles...
What then can prevent union with our luminous heart?

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Mind is the closest thing to our Reality...Be careful how you use it. Businessman, yogi, teacher, addicted to laughing...