At the lodge we watch fire tickle ribs of wood and close our eyes to pretend that traffic noise is ocean surf. And it becomes so. –K.M.M.
As long as you cling to yourself
you will wander around for countless ages –
But the day the scales of ego fall from your eyes,
you will see that your wandering has no purpose.
Once freed from delusion of individuality,
the door will open to you within minutes.