My story of life is part of the book of stories.
It started with the birth of the thought of separation.
It ends with the total dissolution of separation.
As long as the mind makes up images,
The writing continues.
I am caught in a vicious circle of the
Birth and death of a story.
Life is beyond story.
The ending of the movement of image-making
Is the end of time and space,
Is the end of separation.
Is the end of the interpretation of
Reality.
The end of the book of stories is
Total Freedom,
Total Love,
Life.