Don’t ask for the answers. How can they be grasped? They rise like sound of waves, in the sea always present, always passing by. Don’t ask others what is truth. truth can’t always be found in another Though One truth alone, Innate in our fitrah(nature), Awaits the heart that dare to see clear. Don’t ask the monk what’s hidden he also has only empty words. If you seek the truth,try finding it in your experience in pain and in love. For the deepest truths are often unspoken understood only through lived moments. They arrive unexpectedly like the scent of garden flowers So, pause and embrace them accept the gifts they bring before they wither away. Here, for the breath and then gone.
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