If the hour of distance seems to be approaching, the question of time leads to where it should actually go. Discretion's gaze falls on all those insights whose wishes left nothing open. However: NOTHING had happened, in their search they always passed it by. No reception from the Omniscient One allowed any realisation. How could it? In 'allowing' opening is impossible. Every glance fell prey to fleetingness, leaving behind its own signature. Valuable. The fullness of value well seen, the emptiness of value untouched. The incomprehensible remains intangible, the mind's view constantly misunderstood. NOTHING is within reach ...
There is NOTHING to do but be.
Kati Voß / ACADEMY OF WISDOM
∞ SILENCE IN A NOISY WORLD
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