It’s been a while but nothing really stays. What is revealed when time is observed without creating divisions? What is this bounded life—could it be truly separate from what has no boundaries?

Is understanding something outrageous, far beyond everyday experience? What if the exploration itself forms a gap that distances from what is already immediately available? Could this precise moment, when seen wholeheartedly, contain everything?

There was something so pleasant about that place…

The fleeting appearances that arise and fade—might they somehow be one with what never appears or disappears?

Is my confusion itself something to be overcome? Do moments of uncertainty, clinging, and resistance serve as openings for clarity? Are these not obstacles but facets of the same reality viewed from different angles?

This ongoing play that seems to entrap—could it truly be separate from the freedom sought? What if my limitation and boundlessness represent only moments of the same reality? Is this experience not unbroken, perceived either partially or completely?

What about problems and serenity—do they represent different ideas? When does one transform into the other? Is it possible they never were separated?

Could it be that my real understanding is not found by leaving life behind, but by entering it completely, allowing made-up divisions to dissolve? Is this an escape from the world, or is it the ability to see unfiltered, without turning experience into ideas that I collect to share and present?

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly!

What keeps brilliance hidden if it reveals itself from within? Could it be the striving for it elsewhere, the unfounded belief that it must be something other than my present experience?

How do these apparent opposites resolve into one another? Where does my practical knowledge reside in the most trivial moments? In what ways does the timeless express through the temporary and the unlimited flow through limitation?

Everyone might already glimpse this wholeness in unexpected moments—when thinking and being merge, when self and other temporarily rest, and when the clear border between ordinary and extraordinary briefly becomes irrelevant.

You are always welcome.