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byron katie
ultimately I am all
that I encounter
... now I exist as don't-know mind. In the beginning was the word. It happens when you wake up in the morning. The word is yours. That's how the world is created. Before the beginning, there is only reality, formless and perfect, solitary, infinite, free. There's no name for it, there's no ripple of a name. The name is the ripple. In the ripple the whole lake arises. No ripple, no lake.
What's real is nameless. It doesn't change, it doesn't
flow, it doesn't leave or return, it doesn't even exist, it's beyond
existence or non-existence. If you call it something, you get nothing.
So call it "the Tao" if you like; that's as good a name as any. Whatever
you call it, that isn't it.
excerpt from 'loving what is'
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