Reality

What else can you call something that flickers in and out of existence—if not dream, mirage, illusion?

You call yourself this or that, and in doing so, constrain yourself within boundaries that exist only in imagination.

The ideas you take to be true about yourself are not carved in stone—you were born without them.
And you’ll have to leave them behind sooner or later.

If there is such a thing as truth or reality, it must be permanent and unwavering.

That is why the world—and all beings in it—
are no more than the hush of wind through a waking tree,
appearing in one moment, vanishing the next.

You ask what will remain of you after you die—
but has anything you believe to be “you” ever truly existed?

What holds true is not what comes and goes,
but that by which you can witness it coming and going—
the light that makes all appearances possible.

Find out what that light is, in you.
Find out what is real—always and unconditionally—
the primal source of everything known and unknown—
that which never comes, and never goes—
untouched and undisturbed by whatever seems to happen.

IMF - La Cathedrale Verte, Lausanne 31 May 2025