The Beauty of Truth and its Subtleties is not in Belief and Dogma

The beauty of truth and its subtleties is like the mist in the old garden. It is not in belief and dogma; it never is where man can find it for there is no path to its beauty; it is not a fixed point, a haven of shelter.

The beauty of truth and its subtleties has its own tenderness whose love is not to be measured nor can you hold it, experience it.

It has no market value to be used and put aside. It is there when the mind and heart are empty of the things of thought.

The homeless playing drums in the streets, or the monk in his cell, are not near it, nor the rich in exclusivity; neither the intellectual nor the gifted can touch it.

The one who says he knows has never come near it.

Be far away from the world and yet live it.