Beingness loves to be. What it is you cannot say. Its nature is bliss. If you are looking for it, you will always find it exactly between what’s already gone and what hasn’t yet arrived.
Dispatches from the teahouse
Beingness loves to be. What it is you cannot say. Its nature is bliss. If you are looking for it, you will always find it exactly between what’s already gone and what hasn’t yet arrived.