Time moves. Like the dream. Nothing can stop the flow of it. But
when the heart captures something in a flash, time stops and the memory of
this lives in you forever. Those flashes of experience can move across the
border of the individual to other souls, the souls of objects or living things.
The spark unites what's inside and what's outside the experience itself.

The spark contains strong energy. It could be dangerous and risky.
The energy is the motive power that brings you through the levels of
consciousness and lets you travel to the destiny of reality and to the darkness
of the core of the heart. Radical sudden energy moves us, but the thrill of
running the edge of the cliff can be the devil and the destruction of the body
if you step wrong. Do not rush. To endure the risk, we need experience, an
inkling of its innermost secrets and natural talent.

The race without a tomorrow is beautiful. When we burn, life is
more alive. Young life runs towards the explosion. There is no
tomorrow. It feels good to be running with the heat of life but is there no
cleaner, cooler way to understand the experience of "now"? Do not rush.

It is not just my energy bursting out. It is not only my impulse. The
other souls explode and resonate and reach across my shell, connecting
with me. In the moment of heart-moving truth, the object of the experience
can seem boring or mute. It may seem too mundane to bother looking into,
but that judgement comes from our ignorance and our materialistic prison.
We have to open up our heart to see the hidden soul, for the spark to
register. The memory of the spark lives in the soul and never dies. It lives

outside the ticking of time. | pick the memories out of their floating, timeless
space and they live with me in the present. They are what | am.

Stare into myself in the present, and into my soul once again. See
into myself as a part of the outer world and the whole. Discord and mental
conflict explode the borderline. Do not run away. For the burst of strong
energy, train the will, sharpen it, strengthen the muscles of the heart.

Endure. Wait with wide-open awareness. It is dangerous to release the
energy to get closer to the truth, if there is no experience, no composure,
and no capacity. | cannot control the energy precisely and dynamically. The
tiny fragments of reality can be built up again by the power of will. Strong
emotion and awareness is needed to accept the flashes of tiny truths. All the
unexpected, the pieces of rock, flowers behind the alley, chickens around the
corner of Asia talking to us, The mystery of truth is not just at the far end of
the galaxy or at the end of a spectacular mystic journey of unexplored land.
It is in us, in the ordinary truths, in the endless space of our hearts. | need
the composure and the skill to not miss the flash. | learn from those who
have the sensitivity, strength and skill to walk the path.

Inside of reality, inside of myself, and inside of my heart there is a
hidden core of truth existing in the eternal space. | see into it once again,
then | wonder. | destroy, | bleed, | breath in, | stir it around, then | wait till it
cools down. | shake it with heat, sometimes dynamically, sometimes gently.
When the wave comes at me, sometimes I'll ride it, sometimes I'll leave it,
sometimes I'll protect myself behind my shell, sometimes I'll charge.

Time moves. Like the dream. Nothing can stop the flow of it. But
when the heart captures something in a flash, time stops and the memory of
this lives in you forever. Those flashes of experience can move across the
border of the individual to other souls, the souls of objects or living things.
The spark unites what's inside and what's outside the experience itself.

The spark contains strong energy. It could be dangerous and risky.
The energy is the motive power that brings you through the levels of
consciousness and lets you travel to the destiny of reality and to the darkness
of the core of the heart. Radical sudden energy moves us, but the thrill of
running the edge of the cliff can be the devil and the destruction of the body
if you step wrong. Do not rush. To endure the risk, we need experience, an
inkling of its innermost secrets and natural talent.

The race without a tomorrow is beautiful. When we bum, life is
more alive. Young life runs towards the explosion. There is no
tomorrow. It feels good to be running with the heat of life but is there no
cleaner, cooler way to understand the experience of "now"? Do not rush.

It is not just my energy bursting out. It is not only my impulse. The
other souls explode and resonate and reach across my shell, _ connecting
with me. In the moment of heart-moving truth, the object of the experience
can seem boring or mute. It may seem too mundane to bother looking into,
but that judgement comes from our ignorance and our materialistic prison
We have to open up our heart to see the hidden soul, for the spark to
register. The memory of the spark lives in the soul and never dies. It lives

outside the ticking of time. | pick the memories out of their floating, timeless
space and they live with me in the present. They are what | am.

Stare into myself in the present, and into my soul once again. See
into myself as a part of the outer world and the whole. Discord and mental
conflict explode the borderline. Do not run away. For the burst of strong
energy, train the will, sharpen it, strengthen the muscles of the heart.

Endure. Wait with wide-open awareness. It is dangerous to release the
energy to get closer to the truth, if there is no experience, no composure,
and no capacity. | cannot control the energy precisely and dynamically. The
tiny fragments of reality can be built up again by the power of will. Strong
emotion and awareness is needed to accept the flashes of tiny truths. All the
unexpected, the pieces of rock, flowers behind the alley, chickens around the
corner of Asia talking to us, The mystery of truth is not just at the far end of
the galaxy or at the end of a spectacular mystic journey of unexplored land.
Itis in us, in the ordinary truths, in the endless space of our hearts. | need
the composure and the skill to not miss the flash. | learn from those who
have the sensitivity, strength and skill to walk the path.

Inside of reality, inside of myself, and inside of my heart there is a
hidden core of truth existing in the eternal space. | see into it once again,
then | wonder. | destroy, | bleed, | breath in, | stir it around, then | wait til it
cools down. | shake it with heat, sometimes dynamically, sometimes gently.
When the wave comes at me, sometimes I'll ride it, sometimes I'll leave it,
sometimes I'll protect myself behind my shell, sometimes I'll charge