White black, these are colors, just colors…

They mean, nothing.

What does nothing, mean?

Black or white, all things appear from this.

There is-no, difference. Cause, there is-no.

Do you see? No of course not, there is nothing to see here.

But this, which you do and yet we do not…

Hmm, what can you say about this?

Except it is, and it is not. How else could it be?

It is always as it is, which is anything…

Is this not nothing?

Where is the difference? Nowhere, now here…

White or black, absence or presence— I can-not say which, it is or is not.

Only that it has no appearance, so all appears…

Or is gone, yet what remains?

There is no surface in a hole, how can it be?

Holes within holes, is no hole— at all..

I will see you, as we pass or circuit…

The greatest delusion is hanging on an edge…

You cannot fall or rise through a hole, there is no hole…

Only the feeling— of one.

Yes none, feels the same way about…

Us

 

 

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