"Striving or still,

The fool never finds peace.

But the master finds it

Just by knowing how things are.

In this world

Men try all kinds of paths

But they overlook the Self,

The Beloved.

Awake and pure,

Flawless and full,

Beyond the world."

Ashtavakra Gita

No next     No direction    No path

You are the destination

The diamond of simplicity

The treasure beyond measure

The rocklike knowing silently glowing

aware of all that is coming and going

Pure and clear always fully here

The peace without cause

is easily dis-covered

in a natural

pause