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Koan MU and the true text

In meditation, thoughts cease, sensory perceptions fade, the observer disappears, awareness of being dissolves, time ends.... all dies.......and when they all come back you know who you are….... being without....a  true I of God...... the true text  that  writes nothing on paper. 

Because true text is rarely written on paper, true text is written on your body. It is written as your blood, your bones, your flesh and marrow. True text transforms your mind and heart. It centers. It grounds. It liberates. It becomes you, without. True text of words that are naked, stripped of their narratives, abandoned by meanings, with no associations left to claim as theirs, words that are down and out so much that nobody even notices them, words that cease to exist, words that are just their letters – l-e-t-t-e-r-s, words that have escaped being what they were not, yet seemed to be it anyway. True text writes your mind and your true mind is the true text, an image of emptiness, a true I of God. An old master says that painted rice cakes do satisfy real hunger. Painted words are the true text. Painted words are the mountains and rivers, true text is the cities and the countries of our lives. It lies beyond. Beyond with/in you. A sub-text of the written. A sub-text of thoughts and feelings. Invisible small print under-writing the written of the visible. One can’t find it in the ungraspable present moment nor hear it in the last word of Zen….. neither  inside nor outside, with no place to hide, true text of life flows, and it flows as breath, as your thoughts, as your mind, as your self, as me and you, ....being without...this....


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