You have long been bound thinking:
‘I am a person’.Let the knowledge: ‘I am Awareness alone’
be the sword that frees you.
Whoever you are: in the evening step outof your room, where you know everything;yours is the last house before the far-off:whoever you are.With your eyes, which in their wearinessbarely free themselves from the worn-out threshold,you lift very slowly one black treeand place it against the sky: slender, alone.And you have made the world. And it is hugeand like a word which grows ripe in silence.And as your will seizes on its meaning,tenderly your eyes let it go…–Rainer Maria RilkeThe Book of Images