The battle inflames the skin with chance and misery...

The battle inflames the skin with chance and misery that leave us timid and disconsolate beneath enemies who, in intimate marriage, shape life into a spark of dreaming. The poles fight energetically, charging the three-dimensionality of our perceptions with their magnetism. War is a dance that zigzags toward the reflection of unity.

We are one amid the whole parody, outside it and further still beyond every concept, including that of being one. The totality of this answer delights in paradoxes as it spells out a reality of light and darkness, of a here and a there that include each other. To exist is the game of being individuals who devote their multiplicity to honoring the principle of the one here.

Beyond all passion we live relaxed in a constant meditation that makes plain the end of things. Standing firm in wisdom frees our vision from the obvious. Peace is the teacher of everything that makes a racket. Out of focus, the madnesses drift away, inspired by the joy that devotes itself to smiling. Hope is sated by the certainty of a knowledge that says nothing. A mystery with no one to ask. One here, master of oneself, being.