What is truth?

I fear you do not see it before your very eyes.

It has always been there, you just pretend not to see it:

Like an uninvited guest who visits your home, you avoid him.

You prefer to walk right past him.

The basis of the question is where do you want to go?

And you keep writing it as if that will somehow speak to you the answer.

Or you ask me.

But you know the truth, there is no method.

Why do you keep trying to latch onto something?

How many times will I need to take apart your fantastic illusions,

until you willingly look at the truth?

But you say:

No, no please. Just ten more minutes

Like a child, you want to continue your fantasy

Like a monkey jumping from branch to branch, you scream,

When the path is so clear:

Where do you want to go?

You say:

But I need more time to progress, to prepare

But your time is quickly fading.

Waiting all one’s life for more time,

For security that will not come,

What a waste that is, of a human life.

So you ask:

How can I see the truth

Again, you have not learned.

You are trapped once more: there is no method.

So you say:

What am I to do?

The question again flashes upon your eyes,

Where do you want to go?

But It seems once again you ignore it.

You try to escape into your fantasy land, one more.

You ask:

How can I know which way is right or wrong?

This is a way forward.

I say:

Why do you cling to the right way?

You say:

I fear loss, I fear pain, I fear missed time

I say:

How is time lost in the wrong way compared to standing still?

You say:

But surely I need to be on the right path.

I say:

Your attachment to the right path leads you astray the right path.

You say:

If I cannot find a right path, I will feel pain. I will suffer.

I say:

You assume the right path has no pain.

You say:

This is the nature of the right path.

I say:

You cling to hope in security from pain in the right path. This is illusion.

You say:

So what am I to do?

I say:

You are wanting a method once again.

You say:

So I pick anything?

I say:

Where do you want to go?

You say:

But I do not know.

I say:

You are stuck then, or right where you want to be.

You say:

How do I know?

I say:

How does the bird fly upon the sky?

You say:

I do not understand

I say:

How does a bird flap it’s wing?

You say:

It simply knows, it understands.

I say:

If man is nature and nature is man, why does man think himself so disjoint from nature?

You say:

He confuses himself and moves from his spontaneous nature.

I say:

Why does he confuse himself?

You say:

He hopes and fears pain. He seeks a certainty to avoid pain. So he looks to another man to find a direction. A method.

I say:

Why does man run from his own choice?

You say:

He is seeking for security to avoid the pain of his life.

I say:

If his choice-less existence brings him pain and his non-choice-less existence brings him pain: what is the sound of one hand clapping?

You say:

Here understanding has been made. So I can move onto the next task?

I say:

Now you are caught again seeking progress. Seeking confirmation of your path. In doing so you have destroyed all the distance you have made.

You say:

This living without security and not without security is task after task. Understanding after understanding: is this the secret to the golden lotus?

I say:

You must find out for yourself.