interesting to see the self holding on to things. naming things. thinking it is sparate from the thought. seeking for explanations. enlightment. the silly I who wants to find security when it is the silly I which creates that insecurity it wants to cover. like a dog chasing its own tail. thats its nature.

let it do its thing but know the self is not everything. the self seems to me like a natural process. the self is like a wave that occurs in the ocean. rises up with strenght, with action, movement. its own nature is that: movement, strenght, chaos.

there is love and truth but not in the self. the self will never know love. the serenity of the great ocean is not in the wave. there cannot be calm and serenity in the wave. and to see love one must be able to see the self doing its own thing in its own nature. when you see the wave doing its thing, the great ocean has taken you into its vast calm, into its vas awareness. it takes you. you dont go to it.

and yet, both the wave and ocean are the same thing. they are.