A man was wandering the marketplace at noon with a candle in his hand, totally ecstatic.
"Hey," called a shopkeeper. "Is this a joke? Who are you looking for?" "Someone breathing Huuuuuu, the divine breath." "Well, there are plenty to choose from." "But I want one who can be in anger and desire and still a true human being in the same moment." "A rare thing! But maybe you're searching among the branches for what appears only in the roots."
There's a river that turns these millstones. Human will is an illusion. Those that are proud of deciding things and carrying out decisions are the rawest of the raw! Watch the thought-kettles boiling and then look down at the fire.
God said to Job, "You value your patience well. Consider now that I gave you that patience."
Don't be absorbed with the waterwheel's motion. Turn your head and gaze at the river. You say,"But I'm looking there already." There are several signs in eyes that see all the way to the ocean. Bewilderment is one. Those who study foam and flotsam near the edge have purposes, and they'll explain them at length!
Those who look out to sea become the sea, and they can't speak about that. On the beach there's desire-singing and rage-ranting, the elaborate language-dance of personality,but in the waves and underneath there's no volition, no hypocrisy, just love forming and unfolding.

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