In the depth of silent mind, I awoke, to the truth that all is void. No birth, no end, no stain, no pure, no gain, no loss, only flow inside the sky of thought. All things fade between the lines — neither real nor gone. Eyes and ears, scent and sound, touch and thought and form — nothing holds a border here. The world we see and the world unseen, pain and cause, the way and peace, are born and melt inside the void. When wisdom shines, the fear will fade, the heart becomes unbound. Through broken dreams we see the truth, and rest in quiet light. Past and now and yet to come, all awake through endless mind. Know this truth — the light of wisdom is the deepest light, the word beyond all words. It is real, not false. Whisper it once more: Gate Gate Pāragate Pārasaṃgate Bodhi Svāhā.
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