Dear Friends, spiritual voyeurs, bodhi lackers and lurkers,
There are many reasons to distrust our thoughts (do not mention fish ... do not mention fish ...). For example who knows, understands and transcends their peccadillos, when silent? In such cases silence can be the same as expression ... or a means to shellfish attachment (gosh ... I was so close ) ...
What is lurking in our engagement without presence? Emptiness with form, or imprisoned by nothing?