No You...
Words are passing-by flying away like birds in the empty sky of Being.
They are just waves, sounds, songs... not even thoughts...
Just waves waving away...
Ocean.
Let the mind do its things. It's innocent.
It is no other than Source. It takes care of Itself.
Don't mind the mind. There is no mind.
There is no "you"!
There are no preferences...
and no references either!
Clouds of thoughts, clouds of smoke...
Is the sky disturbed?...
And the Awareness of it?...
What is left then?...
Who is the one being Here?
Just look the heart itself,
Not the story about it.
What's Here?
Notes - Sattoji 
