“Gedankenexperimenten”: We – traveling on the photon – observe nothing. The reference clock has stopped and the time axis of the photon is endless.
The star is dead! Long live the star! From the old star a new is born, that emits its pulslike message to the end of our universe.
Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not in fiction, but to comprehend things that are there.
”When you are you, you see things as they are and you become One with your surroundings”. Sitting like a frog.
In One breath, form – empty and empty – form, united in All.
Though I always sleep | on my travels, each night | in another place | in the dream I always dream | I am still at home.
Inter-being: a poet sees clearly a cloud floating in the paper whereon the poem is written.
"Now in my life as bhikṣu, I am back into the eternal womb of mother earth; and the wind takes me along”
Sailing in a small boat does a great appeal on the same world view of transience and imperfection in combination with rest, purity and consistency.
śūnyatā reflects the core just like windlessness within the core of the tropical cyclone.